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WITCHCRAFT: A TRAGEDY.

angry eye, Robert; and remember you are speaking to a lady.

DUNGARREN.

And let her remember that she is speaking of a lady.

ANNABELLA.

What rank the daughter of a condemned malefactor holds in the country, better heralds than I must determine.

DUNGARREN.

Malignant and heartless reproach! Provoke me not beyond measure, Annabella. For this good woman's sake, for thy own sake, for the sake of female dignity and decorum, provoke me no more with words so harsh, so unjust, so unseemly.

ANNABELLA.

Not so unseemly, Dungarren, as degrading the heir of an honourable house, with an attachment so——But I will say no more.

DUNGARREN.

You have said too much already.

LADY DUNGARREN.

Hush, hush! for Heaven's sake be peaceable! You have wakened the child from her sleep. Look how she gazes about. Nurse! nurse! ho!(Calling loud off the Stage.)