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SCENE VI.

Cleone, Paulet.
Cleone.
What have I done? unhappy, rash imprudence!
Hath he not seeming cause for foul suspicion?

Paulet.
He dares not wrong you with the least surmise,
The slightest imputation on your fame!
Nor would the world believe him. Your fair deeds,
The constant tenor of your virtuous life,
Would triumph o'er th' audacious tale.

Cleone.
Ah Paulet!
The sting of Slander strikes her venom deep.
The envious world with joy devours the tale,
That stains with infamy a spotless name.
Yet what's the vain opinion of the world!
To keep one voice, one single heart's esteem,
Is all my wish. If my Sifroy but think—

Paulet.
Wound not your peace with vain ungrounded fears:
My friend is noble, knows your virtues well;
Nor will he suffer jealousy to shake
His generous mind with doubt. And for that wretch,
This arm shall give him chastisement.

Cleone.
Ah! no;
I fear the chastisement of Glanville's guilt
May loose the tongue of Censure on my innocence.

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And can I bear, now, in my husband's absence,
The whisper'd malice of a dubious tale
On his Cleone's truth?
O rather leave his punishment to Heaven!
At least defer it till my lord's return.

Paulet.
And shall the man I love return, and find
A villain unchastis'd, who in my sight
Audaciously presum'd to wound his honour?
Forbid it friendship!

[Re-enter Glanville with Ragozin.