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THE FOOL'S REVENGE.
TORELLI.
As if her unripe beauties were in danger,
While your maturer loveliness can walk
The streets unguarded.
BRIGITTA.
Nay, I 'm a poor, fond thing; Lord knows the risk
I run to let you in.
TORELLI.
I warrant now
You've some snug nook where, if your master came,
You could bestow me at a pinch.
BRIGITTA.
I know none,
Unless 't were here [lifting arras L. 3 E.] behind the arras, look!
Here's a hole, too, whence you could peep to see
When the coast 's clear.
TORELLI (aside).
There 's room enough for two.
[Sternly.] Brigitta!
BRIGITTA.
Signor!
TORELLI (with feigned suspicion).
How if this had served
For hiding others before me?
BRIGITTA.
I swear
By the eleven thousand virgins—
