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SCENE IV.
Minerva descends in Thunder and Lightening. Penelope screams.Pen.
Ho! ho! ho!
Min.
Zoons, what the Devil puts you in a Fright?
Is your old Friend Minerva such a Sight?
Pen.
O! save Me Heav'n, I cannot bear the Light!
[Hiding her Face.
Min.
Madam, 'tis I, 'tis Pallas; never wonder.—
Put out your Light'ning there, and hush your Thunder.
Pen.
What brings your Highness here?
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Why, what d'you think?
To see my Tele, and to taste your Drink.
Among the Gods I've often heard it spoke,
We've no such Beer, as at the Royal Oak.
A double Dabber.
[She knocks with her Spear.
Pen.
Hold, poor Dol, I fear,
Wou'd swoon away to see your Highness here;
I'll therefore go myself. Excuse Me, pray.
[She Courtesys as she goes out.
Min.
No Ceremony: go, but do not stay.
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