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THE PHANTOM: A DRAMA.
Where fortune gilds the prize, might suit him well.
Why dost thou shake thy head?
MARIAN.
When age and youth on the same objects look.
DUNARDEN.
I chose the fairest, and was plainly told
Her heart and hand were promised to another?
But did I then perversely mope and pine?
No, I trow not: I cleared my cloudy brow,
And wooed the second fairest, thy poor mother.
MARIAN.
DUNARDEN.
If thou abet his folly, as, methinks,
Thou art inclined to do.
MARIAN.
As much as you, if any prepossession
Prevent him from approving this fair maid,
Who is, indeed, most gentle and engaging.
DUNARDEN.