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 She grows angry. Madam, would you pleae to walk in doors?

No.

But, what would you do here?

Nothing.

Would to God, Romeo was

What?

Your huband.

Don't you ee that this is impoible?

Love performs many more miracles.

You deceive me, Celia; but you pleae me, by deceiving me in o flattering a manner: remember, that when we give ourelves up to love, the true method not to irritate us, is to peak as we like.

The three or four following cenes are not very intereting; they pas alternatively in the houe of Fabricius, father of Romeo, and in the treet. As they have no connection with the ubject, the