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Sweet mistress, be not terrified with forms; 'Tis but a distant form.

Ha! then it strikes thee too!—Merciful God!

Patience, dear madam! now as he advances, We shall be certified of the deception. Rayner is not so tall as this young man, Nor of a make so slender; no, nor yet

What fainting maid is this obstructs the way? Let not the crowd so closely press around her. Open the way, and let the pris'ner pass.

O, sight of misery! my Elizabeth! The last and fellest stroke of angry heaven Falls on this cursed head.