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Or never see my face again. To-morrow!
Open the door I say! this weakly barrier
Shall not oppose my way.
(Beating violently against the door.)

COUNT ZATERLOO (aside to Bernard).

Faith I believe we must e'en let her in,

She may do some rash thing, if we persist.

(Bernard unbolts the door; Zaterloo comes from his concealment; and enter Mira, superbly dress'd, and in a violent passion.)

MIRA.

Is this the way you keep your promises?

Is this your faith? is this your gallantry?

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Mira, my gentle love, I pray thee hear me!

I sent to tell thee bus'ness of great moment.

MIRA.

Yes, yes! I have receiv'd your scurvy message.

And well I know that ev'ry paltry matter
Is cause sufficient for neglecting me.

COUNT ZATERLOO.

Thou know'st to be from thee is painful to me,

MIRA.

So it should seem, by taking so much care

To comfort ye the while, (pointing to the wine, &c.)
You do your bus'ness jovially, methinks.