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82 Prythee, take them aside when I shall make yon sign to do so…. What 's o'clock?

Ten minutes after six.

A pen!…

Here—a swan's quill.

Good-day!

Who's that?

'Tis a friend of my wife—a terrible warrior—at least so says he himself.

Hush!—[To himself.] I will write, fold it, give it her, and fly!—[Throws down the pen.] Coward!