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 PS undefined ((looking at her). Well, I don't believe it is!) PS undefined (Nor I. The sacred ties of Friendship are paramount.)

[Exeunt ' and ', lovingly, in one direction, and in another.]

Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest:
 * Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers:

Love, nightmare like, lies heavy on my chest,
 * And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers!

When you're lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo'd by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety; For your brain is on fire—the bedclothes conspire of usual slumber to plunder you: First your counterpane goes, and uncovers your toes, and your sheet slips demurely from under you; Then the blanketing tickles—you feel like mixed pickles—so terribly sharp is the pricking, And you're hot, and you're cross, and you tumble and toss till there's nothing 'twixt you and the ticking.