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O you're best able to pronounce upon her; My voice can neither credit nor dishonour,—

[Smiling.

But just take care no mischief-maker blot This fine poetic scheme of which you talk. Suppose I were so shameless as to balk The meditated climax of the plot?

[good-naturedly]. Well, I would cry "Amen," and change my plan. What! Why, you see, you are a letter'd man; How monstrous were it if your skill'd design Were ruined by a bungler's hand like mine! [Retires to the background.

[in passing, to ]. Yes, you were right; the merchant's really scheming The ruin of your new-won happiness. [aside to ]. Now then you see, my doubting was not dreaming; We'll go this very moment and confess. [They approach, who is standing with by the house.