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SCENE V.

Cleone, Glanville, Paulet.
Paulet.
Villain, desist!


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Glanville.
Ha! Paulet here!—'Tis well:
He is her minion then! 'tis as I guess'd;
My letters to Sifroy traduc'd them not.

[Aside.
Paulet.
Vile hypocrite!—what, lurk such warm desires
Beneath that sober mark of sanctity?
Is this the firm undoubted honesty,
In which Sifroy believes himself so safe?

Glanville.
And is it fit that thou should'st lecture vice?
Thou, who ev'n here, this moment wert conceal'd,
The favorite object of lewd privacy?
Should'st thou declaim against the rich repast,
Thy gluttonous appetite alone enjoys
To all the heights of luxury?—Sweet lady!
Who now shall be laid open to Sifroy?
But I have long, long known your intercourse,
And wanted not this proof to make it clear.

[Going.
Cleone.
O heaven and earth!

Paulet.
Stay, monster! By high heaven,
Thy life shall answer the vile calumny.

Glanville.
Dream not I fear!—thy threatenings I despise.
Soon I'll return, to thine and her confusion.

[Exit Glanville.