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A lady-- A lady, I suppose, like all the rest. I am not in their secrets. Such a fellow As Count Paolo is your man for that. I'll tell you something, if you'll swear a bit. LANCIOTTO. Swear what? PEPE. First, swear to listen till the end.-- O! you may rave, curse, howl, and tear your hair; But you must listen. LANCIOTTO. For your jest's sake? Well. PEPE. You swear? LANCIOTTO. I do. PEPE. Next, swear to know the truth. LANCIOTTO. The truth of a fool's story! PEPE. You mistake. Now, look you, cousin! You have often marked-- I know, for I have seen--strange glances pass Between Paolo and your lady wife.-- LANCIOTTO. Ha! Pepe! PEPE. Now I touch you to the quick. I know the reason of those glances. LANCIOTTO. Ha! Speak! or I'll throttle you! [_Seizes him._ PEPE. Your way is odd. Let go my gullet, and I'll talk you deaf. Swear my last oath: only to know the truth. LANCIOTTO. But that may trouble me. PEPE. Your honour lies-- Your precious honour, cousin Chivalry-- Lies bleeding with a terrible great gash, Without its knowledge. Swear! LANCIOTTO. My honour? Speak! PEPE. You swear? LANCIOTTO. I swear. Your news is ill, perchance? PEPE. Ill! would I bring it else? Am I inclined To run ten leagues with happy news for you? O, Lord, that's jolly! LANCIOTTO. You infernal imp, Out with your story, ere I strangle you! PEPE. Then take a fast hold on your two great oaths, To steady tottering manhood, and attend. Last eve, about this hour, I took a stroll Into the garden.--Are you listening, cousin? LANCIOTTO. I am all ears. PEPE. Why, so an ass might say. LANCIOTTO. Will you be serious? PEPE. Wait a while, and we Will both be graver than a church-yard. Well, Down the long walk, towards me, came your wife, With Count Paolo walking at her side. It was a pretty sight, and so I stepped Into the bushes. Ritta came with them; And Lady Fanny had a grievous time To get her off. That made me curious. Anon, the pair sat down upon a bank, To read a poem;--the tenderest romance, All about Lancelot and Queen Guenevra. The Count read well--I'll sa
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