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Sheridan, Richard Brinsley, 1751-1816

"The Duenna"

--I was rated as the most
confident ruffian, for daring to approach her room at that hour of the
night.
_Don Ant_. Ay, ay, this was at first.
_Don Ferd_. No such thing! she would not hear a word from me, but
threatened to raise her mother, if I did not instantly leave her.
_Don Ant_. Well, but at last?
_Don Ferd_. At last! why I was forced to leave the house as I came in.
_Don Ant_. And did you do nothing to offend her?
_Don Ferd_. Nothing, as I hope to be saved!--I believe, I might snatch
a dozen or two of kisses.
_Don Ant_. Was that all? well, I think, I never heard of such
assurance!
_Don Ferd_. Zounds! I tell you I behaved with the utmost respect.
_Don Ant_. O Lord! I don't mean you, but in her. But, hark ye,
Ferdinand, did you leave your key with them?
_Don Ferd_. Yes; the maid who saw me out, took it from the door.
_Don Ant_. Then, my life for it, her mistress elopes after you.
_Don Ferd_. Ay, to bless my rival, perhaps. I am in a humour to
suspect everybody.--You loved her once, and thought her an angel, as I
do now.
_Don Ant_. Yes, I loved her, till I found she wouldn't love me, and
then I discovered that she hadn't a good feature in her face.
AIR.
I ne'er could any lustre see
In eyes that would not look on me;
I ne'er saw nectar on a lip,
But where my own did hope to sip.


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