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THE COUNTRY INN.


WORSHIPTON.

O, no, no! one has enough to do then to digest the horrible eating of this diabolical inn, without surfeiting one's self—I beg pardon! without giving one's self the pleasure, I meant to say, of——excuse me! excuse me! I must not keep him waiting any longer; you heard how loud he call'd me; I am extremely disappointed indeed.(Exit, breaking from him in great haste.

AMARYILLIS (looking after him angrily).

Well, let him go, pitiful fellow! he is so taken up with himself and his own little paltry vanity, he has neither capacity nor taste to relish high poetry.

(Exit very majestically.


END OF THE SECOND ACT.