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SCENE II.

Antonia and Teresa.
TERESA.
Come my dear lady, do not weep so sadly;
The count has promis'd to be here at noon.
It was, 'tis true, a wayward prank of him,
So on the sudden to set out for Florence.—
But these deep-drinking English—

ANTONIA.
Oh my heart—

TERESA.
Though he were lost you could not sorrow more.

ANTONIA.
Oh! he is lost to me—and I am lost—
Undone, undone; for ever, evermore!

TERESA.
Why yield to such a passion of despair?

ANTONIA.
Not to inform me!—

TERESA.
—All a riot flight.
'Twas Ferdinando begg'd to come and tell,
Else had we still been in a deeper trouble.

ANTONIA.
Ha! Ferdinando begg'd!—Horrible slave!
To traffic so between my lord and me!
Where slept the angels of the pure and chaste,
When the foul profanation was perform'd!