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 Rochester [drawing a long breath.] At last! at last! Dame Guggligoy.Be prudent. Above all, come what come may, Name not my name—they'd burn me at the stake. Rochester.Fear not.—Go, walk about a bit. [Aside, looking after her as she leaves the stage. Her bones Are dry enough to make a cheerful blaze!

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Rochester [aside.]At last I'm free of her.—I'll risk the throw!

What loveliness and grace! celestial creature! I'll reconnoitre first, ere I attack. A maid's a fortress, I have oft remarked. The winks that one bestows, the deference, The artful manner, and the gallant speech,— These are the trenches dug in zigzag course; The declaration's the assault; the quatrain— Surrender. In this case the common rules I cannot follow; therefore I'll abridge These preparations.
 * [He approaches.
 * [Aloud, bowing.] Miss—My lady!—

Lady Frances [turning, with an air of surprise.] Sir! Rochester [aside.]Her glance doth strike me dumb. Lady Frances [smiling.] Ah! 'tis the chaplain. Rochester.Accurst canonicals! In vain do I Assume the most coquettish, killing air,— In me she sees nought but a canting Roundhead! Lady Frances.O holy man, give me your blessing, pray.