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THE SEPERATION: A TRAGEDY.
I think our lady here had been well pleased
If this, her valiant lord, had from the wars
Return'd more leisurely.—Her quondam lover,
The Marquis of Tortona, in the neighbourhood
With his gay troops, bound for some petty fray
By them, in lofty phrase, yclep'd war,
Has made a halt, and—
GONZALOS.
That she could turn her heart from valiant Garcio
To such a fool as he?
ROVANI.
So vile a change could not at once be made.
But let us now imagine some soft dame,
Whose valiant lord is absent, in her castle
Spending her dull lone days. (Changing his voice, and speaking fantastically.) "Ha! who comes here ?"—
"Good Madam," saith her waiting gentlewoman, "A knight is at your gate."—"He shall not enter:
It is a fool; go, bid him wend his way."—
"And will you be so rude?"—"Ay, true indeed;
Then, for good courtesy, since it must be,
Ev'n bid him enter;—'tis a harmless fool."—