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112 Whom scowling husbands quake to sea. Blow, 'tararara,' and cry 'Cuckoo. 1 What, ho ! Cadets of Gascony ! Husbands and lovers are game for you !

A poet ! 'Tis the fashion of the hour ! WiD you be mine ?

No, Sir, no nun's!

Last night Your fancy pleased my uncle Richelieu. I '11 gladly say a word to him for you.

Great Heavens !

I imagine you have rhymed Five acts, or so!

Your play 1 yonr Agrvppint You '11 see it staged at last!

Take them to him