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SCENE V.
Sifroy, Beaufort Senior.Sifroy.
Whence has the miscreant this unusual firmness?
Can guilt be free from terror?
Beaufort Senior.
No, my son:
And thro' the mask of smooth Hypocrisy,
Methinks I see conceal'd a trembling heart.
If he be true, my daughter must be false:
If he be guiltless, who hath murder'd Paulet?
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So speed my hopes as I am innocent.
But oh, my love!—Conduct me where she strays
Forlorn and comfortless! Alas, who knows—
Her tender heart perhaps this moment breaks
With my unkindness! Wretch! what hast thou lost!
[Enter Beaufort Junior.
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