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 This is the thanks the Duke gets for his partiality to Italians and foreigners.—Us Bohemians he holds for little better than dullards—nothing pleases him but what's outlandish.

It is the wine that speaks, and not his reason. Attend not to him, I entreat you.

Wine invents nothing: it only tattles.

He who is not with me is against me. Your tender consciences! Unless they can slip out by a back-door, by a puny proviso

He is stark mad—don't listen to him!

Unless they can slip out by a proviso.—What of the proviso? The devil take this proviso!

What is there here then of such perilous import? You make me curious—I must look closer at it.

What are you doing, Illo? You are ruining us.

Ay, ay! I observ'd, that before we sat down to supper, it was read differently.