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SCENE XIII.
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SCENE XIII.

Enter SCELEDRUS.
Palæstrio!—We have no need of the cutlass.

Pal.
What then?

Sce.
Our master's lady is at home.

Pal.
How? What! at home?

Sce.
She's lying in her bed.

Pal.
You've brought yourself into an ugly scrape.—

Sce.
Why?

Pal.
That you've dar'd to touch this neighbour-lady.


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Sce.
I fear it much.—Now no one shall convince me,
But that it must be her twin-sister.

Pal.
True,—
'Twas her you saw caressing.—It is plain,—
It must be her,—e'en as you say.

Sce.
How near
To ruin was I, had I told my master!

Pal.
Then, if you're wise, henceforth you'll hold your tongue.—
A servant ought to know more than he speaks.—
I'll leave you to your thoughts alone;—I'll now
Unto our neighbour's.—I don't like these turmoils:
My master if he comes, and asks for me,
I will be here directly.—Call me hence.

(Goes into Periplectomenes's house.