Till now I scarce had power to think of her;
But 'tis the mournful privilege of grief,
To stand excus'd from kind observances,
Which else, neglected, might be deem'd offence.
Aust. She dwells in sanctuary at Saint Nicholas':
Why she took refuge there——
Count. Retire, Hortensia.
I would have private conference with Austin,
No second ear must witness.
Countess. May I not,