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If he should be discover'd!

Fear it not. He knows the nearest path, and on the beach The Captain will receive him. Ere 'tis light, He will be safely in the vessel lodged. O all good saints of heav'n! he's here already.

Most wretched and degraded woman! Now Thy shameful secret is discovered. Now, Vice unveil'd and detestable must have Its dreadful recompence. Where is thy minion?

O cease! you frighten me with such fierce looks. I have done thee no wrong.

Provoke me not with oft-repeated words, Which I do know are false as his who fell Apostate and accursed. Where is thy minion? (In a still louder voice, and stamping on the ground.) Tell me without delay: speak briefly, truly, If thou hast hope to live another hour.