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Rh Ay,—King Love's! What other king?

Great God!

Why have you come ?

This siege—'tis too long!

But why?…

I will tell you all!

My God! dare I look at her?

You cannot remain here!

But I say yes! Who will push a drum hither for me? [She seats herself on the drum they roll forward.] So! I thank you. [She laughs.] My carriage was fired at [proudly] by the patrol! Look! would you not think 'twas made of a pumpkin, like Cinderella's