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My patience, Mr. Falk, is now worn out. The same abode no longer can receive us:— I beg of you this very day to leave us—

[with a bow as and the company withdraw]. That this would come I never had a doubt! Between us two there's battle to the death; You've slandered me, my wife, nay little flock, From Molly down to Millie, in one breath. Crow on, crow on—Emancipation's cock,— [Goes in, followed by his wife and children.

And go you on observing Peter's faith To Love your lord—who, thanks to your advice, Was thrice denied before the cock crew thrice!

[turning faint].

Attend me, Stiver! help me get unlaced My corset—this way, this way—do make haste!

[to as he withdraws with on his arm].

I here renounce your friendship.

I likewise.