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SCENE I.
Enter MYRRINA and PARDALISCA.PARDALISCA.
Now that we've well been entertain'd within,
Let's see this wedding sport here out of doors.
Myr.
I swear by Castor's temple, I ne'er laugh'd
More heartily in all my days; and think,
In those to come, I never shall exceed it—
I'd fain know how Chalinus acts his part
Of bride with his new bridegroom—Sure no poet
Did e'er contrive so crafty a device,
As this contriv'd by us—Pleas'd shall I be
To see the old fellow, with his chaps well beaten,
Come sallying forth; than he is, one more wicked
Ne'er liv'd I think: and yet that other too,
Who so officiously lent him his house,
Is pretty near as bad—Here, Pardalisca,
Stand here; that when he sallies forth, we may
Have our own sport with him.
Par.
I will, with pleasure,
As I am wont to do—
Myr.
Observe from hence
What's going on within doors.
Par.
Stand behind me,
I beg you.
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Speak then freely and with confidence
Whatever comes into your head.
Par.
Peace, peace!
Your door creaks—
[they stand apart.
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