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He is a fool indeed who parts with that.
(A loud voice and bustling heard without.)
What's this comes next to plague us?

BERNARD.

'Tis Mira's voice.

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Hast thou not sent to say, that urgent bus'ness

Detains me from her banquet?

BERNARD.

I have; I sent to her a written message.

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Keep fast the door and I will stand conceal'd.

(Conceals himself, and Mira appears thro' the latticed door.)

MIRA (without).

Where is Count Zaterloo? Let me pass on.

BERNARD.

Affairs of greatest consequence detain him,

My beauteous Mira; and I needs must say
That now you may not pass.——
He's much concern'd: early upon the morrow
He will be with you.

MIRA.

Upon the morrow! prate not thus to me!

He shall to-night go with me where I list,