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F. Well, there’s the end of it, Richard.
R.Yes: and ’tis plain
She never really loved you. Yet, if I am right,
Here’s a new difficulty arisen. Diana,
If she believes this nonsense, will no longer
Be jealous for you; and I shall never manage
To get you off to Milan.
F.’Tis worse than ever.
What can we do?