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SCENE IV.
Trulletta, Sculliona.Trul.
When next thy too-officious kindness tries
Th' harmonious charm of jew's harp, strum, or voice,
Let me have musick solemn all and slow,
Sad-suited to my thoughts—no tydings yet
From my dear father, or my dearer bard?
Scul.
Our emissary yet hath hardly reach'd
The street Grubæan, residence of bards.
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Ah me! the lazy minutes seem to halt
On crutches!
Scul.
Thus they ever seem to grief.
For the benefit of my less learned readers, I must remark that street Grubæan signifies Grub-street.
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