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 Davenant.Noll has no doubts concerning me, you think? Rochester.No, you would be in prison if he had Your name upon his list.

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Dame Guggligoy [to. Well, well, good sir! do you your sweetheart shun So soon? Davenant [recoiling.] Whom has she in her vitreous eye, In Heaven's name? Dame Guggligoy [to. Alas! I tear my hair, I call, I weep, I pine away, I die, I utter mournful moans that well might cleave A heart as hard as flint, and you come not! Ah! poor abandoned me! Can it be true That your hot ardour has already passed? Behold my tears! My heart doth melt away In water! Rochester [turning his eyes away, aside. Heaven! what a shocking face!— Is this buffoonery or melancholy? [In an undertone, to , pointing to. What say you to the lady? Davenant [in an undertone.] Who is she, This spectre? Rochester [still in an undertone. She's my wife. Davenant [laughing.] Your wife? Ha! ha! Rochester.Upon my honour, yes. Come, poet mine,