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Scena Tertia.
Imperiale, Cater, Cooke.Jmp.
What, no forwarder? w'are like to sup to night
At a fine houre?
Cat.
W'have bin a good while here sir,
Have often knockt, but cannot be let in.
Coo.
We thought we heard a groaning in the house.
Jmp.
How? knock againe, yet, this is very strange,
Where should Molosso be; perhaps my wife
And daughter with their maids may all be busie,
For I suppose they were to take a bath;
He certainly would not neglect my service:
I know not what to thinke, my jealousie
Suggests a thousand feares, goe presently,
Desire the Engineer to lend m'an Engine,
That I may force the doore.
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