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And has he not achieved it? has he not, my love?

What, is he here again!

Be quiet, my Lord, or you'll betray the whole.

Well, well! I'm as quiet as a mouse.

But you forget the sonnet, Lady Worrymore, in your admiration of the speech.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Clermont; I beg a thousand pardons.

One, Madam, is more than enough.

This most prized and precious packet. (Opening it and holding out a paper to .) Pray, dear Sir, do you now occupy the seat of Mr. O'Honikin, and emparadise our souls with the effusions of your divine muse.