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ROMIERO: A TRAGEDY.
ROMIERO.
For if thou hast been privy to their love,
Though I might chide thee as a cunning wife,
Who from her husband hath a secret kept,
The bane of confidence; yet being myself
So deep in trespass, I must needs be meek,
And say thou art not very, very naughty.
ZORADA.
ROMIERO.
Has to young Maurice's suit such favour given,
That she this morning, short while since, was caught
Escaping in his company?
I watch'd and stopp'd them in the grove of pines.
How glad a sight it was to me, when, wild,
With terror wild, she rush'd between our weapons,
To find it was but Beatrice.
ZORADA.
ROMIERO.
Betrays too plainly that for which already
I've craved forgiveness.