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74 To him, and he to me! Oh, bitterness!

Now spurned for each new leman of the hour!

Oh, he shall learn how terrible is hate

That grows of love abused!

Come, bosom friend,

That hast lain cold, of late, against my heart,

As if to whisper to it, "Be thou stone,

When the time calls for me."

Each drop's a death!

What matter who she be? Enough for me

That she usurps the place that should be mine

In Galeotto's love! Hark! some one comes.

Hold, sir; set down your charge.

By your leave, madame:

'T is for my lord.

Since when was that an answer

To give thy lady?

'T is the Duchess! [Respectfully.] Pardon,

I knew you not.

Enough, sir, set it down,

And wait without till I bid thee bear in.

What need of further proof? Is 't heaven or hell