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True, true! what aid?

Ha, there's the Duchess!

I had forgotten her!

Man, she has drugged their wine; the bony Death

Plays cupbearer to them: if she drinks, she dies!

Look! look! Perchance that is the very wine!

Halt there! for the fool's toll. No wine goes in

But pays the fool's toll.

Out knave! Stand aside! [ snatches the flagons from the salver.

'T is forfeit by the law!

Thy back shall bleed

To make it up. Now must I go fetch more,—

And brook the cellarer's chiding for thy folly. [Enter, L.

If he goes in—could we but enter with him!

A word of mine might save her from the poison. [ gets between him and the door.