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D. (rising).Do you hear, Laura?
Your stuffs at last. Our matinée, my friends,
Is interrupted, an important matter
Unfortunately calls me away. Come, Laura:
There’ll scarce be time to get the silks made up
Before your wedding. Come and choose them with me.
St. Nicholas, we shall need thee too; ’tis nothing
Unless thine eye is pleased.
N.I dote on silks.