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hundred times worse than anything I can say. This is only an abridgement
of your panegyric.
LEL. Tell me, what puts you in such a passion with me? Have I done
anything? Clear up this matter.
MASC. No, you have done nothing at all; but do not come after me.
LEL. I will follow you all over the world to find out this mystery.
MASC. Do so. Come on, then; get your legs in order, I shall give you an
opportunity to exercise them.
LEL. (_Alone_). He has got away from me! O misfortune which cannot
be allayed! What am I to understand by his discourse? And what harm can
I possibly have done to myself?
ACT III.
SCENE I.--MASCARILLE, _alone_
[Footnote: Compare Launcelot Gobbo's speech about his conscience in
Shakspeare's _Merchant of Venice_ (ii. 2).]
Silence, my good nature, and plead no more; you are a fool, and I am
determined not to do it. Yes, my anger, you are right, I confess it! To
be for ever doing what a meddler undoes, is showing too much patience,
and I ought to give it up after the glorious attempts he has marred. But
let us argue the matter a little without passion; if I should now give
way to my just impatience the world will say I sank under difficulties,
that my cunning was completely exhausted.
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