The Duenna  by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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			and stole to her chamber--I found her waking and weeping. 
			_Don Ant_. Happy Ferdinand! _Don Ferd_. 'Sdeath! hear the conclusion.--I was rated as the most confident ruffian, for daring to approach her room at that hour of the night. _Don Ant_. Ay, ay, this was at first. _Don Ferd_. No such thing! she would not hear a word from me, but threatened to raise her mother, if I did not instantly leave her. _Don Ant_. Well, but at last? _Don Ferd_. At last! why I was forced to leave the house as I came in. _Don Ant_. And did you do nothing to offend her? _Don Ferd_. Nothing, as I hope to be saved!--I believe, I might snatch a dozen or two of kisses. _Don Ant_. Was that all? well, I think, I never heard of such assurance! _Don Ferd_. Zounds! I tell you I behaved with the utmost respect. _Don Ant_. O Lord! I don't mean you, but in her. But, hark ye, Ferdinand, did you leave your key with them?  | 
		
			
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