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SCENE IV.
STORMANDRAsola.
What shall I do? Shall I unpaid to Bed?
Oh! my Lovegirlo! oh! that thou wert here;
How my Heart dotes upon Lovegirlo's Name,
For no one ever paid his Girls like him.
She, with Lovegirlo who had spent the Night,
Sighs not in vain for next Day's Masquerade,
Sure of a Ticket from him—Ha! ye Powers,
What is't I see? Is it a Ghost I see?
It is a Ghost. It is Lovegirlo's Ghost.
Lovegirlo's dead; for if he were not dead,
How cou'd his living Ghost be walking here?
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