The Double-Dealer, a comedy by William Congreve
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villainy, that she has told me even you were weary of dissuading
him, though you have once actually hindered him from forcing her. MASK. I am sorry, my lord, I can't make you an answer; this is an occasion in which I would not willing be silent. LORD TOUCH. I know you would excuse him--and I know as well that you can't. MASK. Indeed I was in hopes it had been a youthful heat that might have soon boiled over; but - LORD TOUCH. Say on. MASK. I have nothing more to say, my lord; but to express my concern; for I think his frenzy increases daily. LORD TOUCH. How! Give me but proof of it, ocular proof, that I may justify my dealing with him to the world, and share my fortunes. MASK. O my lord! consider; that is hard. Besides, time may work upon him. Then, for me to do it! I have professed an everlasting friendship to him. LORD TOUCH. He is your friend; and what am I? MASK. I am answered. LORD TOUCH. Fear not his displeasure; I will put you out of his, and fortune's power, and for that thou art scrupulously honest, I |
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