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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 313 �Vil. Your arms my Lord are needlesse, we'll retire, Nor did we mean to interrupt your pleasures. �Riv. Indeed I wou'd have led them t'other way, Knowing this was your scene of private joys. �Lin. Be not concern'd my lord we'll keep the secret, Alas! you know, this way, we've all our failings. �[Aub. leans upon Month, seeming weak and dispirited. �Aub. Come neither freind, if yett thou'lt own that title, 40 I did not ask to be supported thus, When with one bold Hungarian by my side, I fac'd the Turks, and bore against their army, Till ours that fled, return'd to fame and conquest. �[Throws away his sword* �Lye there my sword, for I am yett a Christian, Else wou'd I put thee to a braver use, And wash this stain from my polluted honour, With blood as noble, as an ancient Romans. Oh ! that I cou'd convince thee my Monthaleon ; Yett, when thy Master's lay'd in humble dust, 50 �Try to persuade the world, I was not wicked, Not that vile wretch, Which this foul chance, wou'd speak me. �[Marina all this time weeping and leaning against the scene. �Mont. My lord, I've kept my eyes still on the Maid. And 'tis your Boy, Carino in disguise. Be comforted, 'tis nothing but a Trick, I know itt is a trick, and we'll revenge itt. �[Lin. pulls aside her garment and discovers her neck. �Lin. This neck, methinks is counterfitted well, And breasts like these, do much disguise a boy. �Mont. Itt is Carino, but itt is a woman, [Aside �I know not what to think, and stand confounded. 61 �Aub. Oh ! take her hence, remove her from my sight, ��� �