Frederick!
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F. Richard! what is the matter?
R.Forgive my coming:
But if you wish it thought that you are at Milan,
Your room should not be lighted, and your servant
Should not be singing.
F.Singing!—is Tristram singing?
R. Hark! You may hear. [T.'s lute heard faintly.
F.By heaven!—the wretch! Tell Laura