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Herman.
A truce with shuffling—Why was I sent for hither?—Was it to be a second time your fool? To hold the ladder for a thief to mount—to sell my soul, to catch a hangman's fee? What else did you want with me?
Francis.
Ha! by the way, (as if recollecting,) we must not forget the main point—Did not my valet de chambre mention it to you—I wanted to talk with you about the dowry?
Herman.
Sir, this is bantering—or worse.—Moor, take care of yourself—beware how you kindle my fury.—Moor, we are here alone—my name is at stake against yours.—Trust not the devil, though you have raised him yourself.
Francis.
(Affecting a haughty air.) Is it thus, Sir, you speak to your master?—Tremble, slave!
Herman.
(Ironically.) For fear of losing your favour? a mighty loss—to one who is at war with himself.
—Moor,