Eph. I cannot, but one lovely smile may smile me down.

[She smiles, he kneels.

Jane. Well, now, read me a speech out of that fine play-book.

Eph. I read a play! a-bo-mi-na-ti-on!—But, Jane, wilt thou kiss me?

Jane. I kiss a man! a-bo-mi-na-ti-on! [Mimicking.] but you may take my hand—

Eph. Oh! 'tis a comfort to the lip of the faithful.

[Kisses her hand.

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lady amaranth. — ah, thou sly and deceitful hypocrite!

Enter Lady Amaranth.

Lady Am. How! [Taps him gently on the shoulder, he looks up confounded.] Ah, thou sly and deceitful hypocrite!