Lop. The Slut's handsome. I begin to kindle: But if my master shou'd be at the Door——Why there let him be, till the Matter's over.
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Jac. Shall I advance?
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Lop. Shall I venture?
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Jac. How severe a Look he has!
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Lop. She seems very reserv'd.