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No, married lives;— All servitude, captivity, and gyves.

[seeing approach]. You little know what wealth a man obtains From woman's eloquence and woman's brains. [aside to ]. Will Guldstad give us credit, think you? [peevishly];                                           I Am not quite certain of it yet: I'll try. [They withdraw in conversation; and  approach.

[aside to ].

I can't endure it longer; in post-haste I must present her—

You had best refrain, And not initiate the eye profane Into your mysteries—

That would be a jest!— From you, my fellow-boarder, and my mate, To keep concealed my new-found happy state! Nay, now, my head with Fortune's oil anointed—