N. Whose carriage shall I stop?
G. Why, Frederick’s.
N. And who’s the lady?
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G. Who is the lady, ask you? Why Laura, my daughter.
N. Laura with Frederick!
G. I went to her room: she’s flown, and with a maid.
She hath packed up clothes and gone. I am right, I am sure.
N. And shall I stop them?
G. Lose no more time. Begone! Do as I bid.