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SCENE III.
Briar.—Going towards the door.
What ho! you clod of earth, you walking piece of dirt,
Go call your mistress hither, tell my wife
Her husband wants her here.—It is resolv'd:
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Consummated their marriage: without delay
Charlotte shall therefore wed my brother's son.
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