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SCENE V.
TERESA.There is some hideous mystery in this.—
She is almost distracted in her thoughts.
Yet is this wretch that was the messenger
Not certain if she heard him when he told.
For then he says she slept; and yet he thinks
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Why should he fear her anger? Or why she
So kindle to distraction at his name?
Heav'ns, could the varlet be so bold!—
Could she in sleep, unconscious, be betray'd?
O wretched lady! O ill-fated fair!
So chaste, so excellent to thy lov'd lord.—
But let me not to such conceptions yield;
If she has been a partial hypocrite,
And heard the curs'd intruder in the room.—
The painter here! why has he left his work?
It is not usual with this studious man.
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