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BERNARD (speaking loud after her as she retires from the door).

Not far from hence, there is a nightly meeting

Of worthy, sober, well-disposed folks,
Who once a week do offer up their prayers
And chant most faintly hymns till morning dawn,
It is more likely you will find him there.
(Omnes laughing)

COUNT ZATERLOO.

She's gone.

BERNARD.

Yes, yes; come from thy hiding place.

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Now what a most unreasonable woman!

Thinks she, thus ripen'd to these manly years,
That I must run whene'er my finger aches
To lean my silly head upon her lap?
'Tis well I have no wife.

BERNARD.

Ay, so it is.

There is no pleasing those high legal dames
With endless claims upon a man's regard:
Heaven save us from them all!

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Well, this I drink to precious liberty: