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As if her unripe beauties were in danger,

While your maturer loveliness can walk

The streets unguarded.

Nay, I 'm a poor, fond thing; Lord knows the risk

I run to let you in.

I warrant now

You've some snug nook where, if your master came,

You could bestow me at a pinch.

I know none,

Unless 't were here [lifting arras L. 3 E.] behind the arras, look!

Here's a hole, too, whence you could peep to see

When the coast 's clear.

There 's room enough for two.

[Sternly.] Brigitta!

Signor!

How if this had served

For hiding others before me?

I swear

By the eleven thousand virgins—