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SCENE II.
A Study.Lord WORTHY alone—with a roll in his hand.
LORD WORTHY.
I could no longer hold!—My attempt at court
Has found success that e'en exceeded hope!
Our gracious princess, with a dumb attention,
Whose silence gave me confidence of speech,
As melted wax the seal, receiv'd my counsels—
For as I stood with watchful eye remarking
Th'affections, which my honest freedom rais'd,
Pleas'd, I observ'd surprize and tenderness
Catching her looks by turns—Once in her eye
Glow'd red hot anger, which soft pity soon
Melted to briny drops, that trickled down
Her rosy—dewy cheek!—Another meeting
Secures the wish'd-for point!—At ten this morning
I'm promis'd farther hearing!—Thoughts deliver'd
In th'airy garb of speech, make faint impressions.
So!—
This roll shall go with me!—I'll try to leave it!—
'Tis that in which I've taken care to state
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That cries for help in signals of distress.
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