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Avis:
As for that,
By twelve o'clock I shall be far away;
Why should I palter with you? Well you know
Else I misjudge your witsthat I, to-night,
For England sail with my lover, Gaspard Legh.
This mummery of supper's but to trick
Sylvester and Lenore to think that I
Am watching in the little parlour there,
And, after midnight, tho' they find me fled,
They cannot catch me.
Madam Pomeroy:
Avis, dearest child,
I joy to think you leave this hateful coast,
To grace an English County, but the ring,
Sweet child, the ring! for troth plight still will hold,
Once seal'd and settled with a bride-ring.
