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 I to her fifty summers talked of love! Richard [aside.]But how distrust a man with whom one drinks From the same glass? Rochester [aside.] Ah! what a savage glance! Richard [aside.]'Tis some informer in my father's pay, Who'll make against me a malign report. In the same tavern he will say I drank With hot opponents of the ruling power. 'Tis in my father's eyes a heinous crime; It is high treason; 'tis lèse-majesté! I'll try to win him, and the storm avert.
 * [He fumbles in his pocket.

I have a few gold nobles in my purse. Rochester [observing his act, aside. He's making ready to attack me.—Ah! And has he pistols, too?
 * [He steps back in some anxiety.

Richard [aside.] An they be paid, What do these varlets care?

Rochester [perturbed.]My lord, may heaven have you in its keeping! [Aside.]With what a hellish smile he eyes his prey! [Aloud.]Of the church militant an humble limb Am I. I will pray God in your behalf. Richard.I saw you otherwhere not praying, no, But swearing lustily. Rochester [hastily.] You err, my lord! I, swear? Richard. Ay! by St. George, and by St. Paul! Rochester.What! I? Richard. Swear that you did not swear.