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Or never see my face again. To-morrow! Open the door I say! this weakly barrier Shall not oppose my way. (Beating violently against the door.)

Faith I believe we must e'en let her in, She may do some rash thing, if we persist.

Is this the way you keep your promises? Is this your faith? is this your gallantry?

Mira, my gentle love, I pray thee hear me! I sent to tell thee bus'ness of great moment.

Yes, yes! I have receiv'd your scurvy message. And well I know that ev'ry paltry matter Is cause sufficient for neglecting me.

Thou know'st to be from thee is painful to me,

So it should seem, by taking so much care To comfort ye the while, (pointing to the wine, &c.) You do your bus'ness jovially, methinks.