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Thou art a fool to think I am alarm'd: Or man or woman, whosoe'er it be, I am unwell, and must not be disturb'd.

It is a lady of distinguish'd mein, Tho' much in grief, and she so earnestly Pleads for admittance that I am compell'd— Pardon me, madam; but to look upon her Would move your heart to pity.

Let her enter.(Exit Servant.) Who may this be? why do I tremble thus? In grief!—the wretched surely will not come In guileful seeming to betray the wretched. (To Attendant.) Know'st thou who this may be?

Indeed I do not.

Retire then to a distance: here she comes: But do not leave the chamber. Madam, I come a stranger to your presence,