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And lately you are alter'dtroubl'd. Eh?
Well, Pomeroy is still your faithful friend.
Have you forgotten Alison Crowboro'?
That nun-like flower of perfect purity,
So cold she chill'd mere mortal bystanders,
When kind old Deacon Alleyn, saintly man!
To feel for her so deeplybrought her here.
Where had she been but for poor Pomeroy
And the wise Doctor Sylvester?
Avis:
But she,
Or he, or they, repay'd your service well.
You are not wont to work for love alone,
As witness here this empty purse of mine,
The vacant case where late my necklet lay,
My ringless fingers!
Madam Pomeroy:
Sure, ungrateful girl,
The labourer is worthy of his hire,
