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A TRAGEDY.
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SCENE II.

PORTER of the Castle, FLORIAN.

PORTER.I heard a ftranger's voice—WhaMethoughtI heard a ftranger's voice—What lack you, sir?
FLORIAN.Good fellow, who inhabits here?
PORTER.I heard a ftranger's voice—What lI do.
FLORIAN.Belike this castle is not thine.
PORTER.But be it whose it may, this is nBelike soBut be it whose it may, this is no hauntFor revellers and gallants—pass your way.
FLORIAN.Thou churl! Is this your Gallic hospitality?Thy lady, on my life, would not thus rudelyChide from her presence a bewilder'd knight.
PORTER.Thou know'st my lady then!—Thou know'st her not.Canst thou, in hair-cloths vex those dainty limbs?Canst thou on reeking pavements and cold marble,In meditation pass the livelong night?Canst mortify that flesh, my rosy minion,And bid thy rebel appetite refrainFrom goblets foaming wine, and costly viands?These are the deeds, my youngster, must draw downMy lady's ever-heav'n-directed eye.

FLORIAN.

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