I sent her years ago, which I confess

I am now ashamed of: (aside.)—Any lie will serve

To smooth this idiot.—These she brings with her,

And I can take them from her. My object gained

I hand her o’er to thee. For all her scorns

Repay her as thou wilt.

Liv.I fear her.

Bl.Nay,

I can secure thee. Come. [Exeunt.

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