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SCENE IX.
Enter a LAD, speaking to some within.Say no more,—I know my office:—
I warrant you, I find him out of hand:—
Where'er he be, I'll search him out:—I'll not
Be sparing of my pains.
Pyrg.
'Tis me he seeks.—
I'll meet the lad.
Lad.
Oh, I was looking for you.
Save you, sweet gentleman, whom fair Occasion
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Do chiefly favour.
Pyrg.
What two?
Lad.
Mars and Venus.
Pyrg.
A sprightly boy!
Lad.
My lady, Sir, intreats,
That you would enter:—she is waiting for you,
Dying with expectation.—O relieve
Her love-sick soul.—Why stay?—why don't you enter?
Pyrg.
I go.
[Pyrgopolinices goes in.
Lad.
So—he's entangled in the toils:—
The snare is spread:—th'old gentleman stands ready
To fasten on the letcher, who forsooth
So proud is of his beauty, that the fool
Think ev'ry woman is in love with him,
Who sees him.—He's the scorn and detestation
Of men as well as women.—Hark—I hear
The uproar is begun within already:—
Now will I in, and mingle in the tumult.
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