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Now, now, Madonna, have you proof enough?

Mountains of proof on proof, if proof were needed;

But had disproof come with them, and not proof,

'T is all too late.

How?

I have drugged their wine.

They will sleep sound to-night.

Choose woman's hands,

You that would have grim work nimbly dispatched!

Here 's Malatesta,—looking black as night!

So, Lord, I hope you liked your waking news?

Now—now—to gloat over his agony! [Enter, L.

Ha, knave, I'd see the Duchess.

Marvellous!

How now?

To think that they can make such caps

To hide all trace of them!

Of what knave?