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SCENE IX.
Enter LYCONIDES and EUNOMIA.Lyc.
I've told you all, good mother: you are now
As well acquainted as myself with all
Concerning Euclio's daughter. My dear mother,
I now unask you what I ask'd before:—
Impart it to my uncle, I beseech you.
Eun.
Your will you know is mine, son; and I trust
I shall obtain my brother's approbation;
And there is reason good, if, as you say,
You us'd her unbecomingly in liquor.
Lyc.
You cannot think, I'd tell you an untruth.
PHÆDRIA within.
My pangs come on—Help, help, nurse! I shall die!
Juno Lucina, save me!
Lyc.
Hark, good mother!
This is a further proof: she's crying out,
She's now in labour.
Eun.
Come then, my dear son,
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And I'll persuade him to forego his marriage.
Lyc.
I'll follow you this instant.
[Eunomia goes in.
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