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d something of _fierte_ into my countenance, to _rebute_, him; but, quite contrary, I regarded him,--I know not how to express it in our dull Sicilian language,--_d'un air enjouee_; and said nothing but _ad autre, ad autre,_ and that it was all _grimace_, and would not pass upon me. _Enter_ ARTEMIS: MELANTHA _sees her, and runs away from_ DORALICE. [_To_ ARTEMIS.] My dear, I must beg your pardon, I was just making a loose from Doralice, to pay my respects to you. Let me die, if I ever pass time so agreeably as in your company, and if I would leave it for any lady's in Sicily. _Arte._ The princess Amalthea is coming this way. _Enter_ AMALTHEA: MELANTHA _runs to her._ _Mel._ O, dear madam! I have been at your lodging in my new _galeche_, so often, to tell you of a new amour, betwixt two persons whom you would little suspect for it, that, let me die if one of my coach-horses be not dead, and another quite tired, and sunk under the fatigue. _Amal._ O, Melantha, I can tell you news; the prince is coming this way. _Mel._ The prince? O sweet prince! He and I are to--and I forgot it.-- Your pardon, sweet madam, for my abruptness.--Adieu, my dear servant,--Rhodophil.--Servant, servant, servant all. [_Exit running._ _Amal._ Rhodophil, a word with you. [_Whispers._ _Dor._ [_To PALA._] Why do you not follow your mistress, sir? _Pala._ Follow her? Why, at this rate she'll be at the Indies within this half hour. _Dor._ However, if you cannot follow her all day, you will meet her at night, I hope? _Pala._ But can you, in charity, suffer me to be so mortified, without affording me some relief? If it be but to punish that sign of a husband there, that lazy matrimony, that dull insipid taste, who leaves such delicious fare at home, to dine abroad on worse meat, and pay dear for it into the bargain. _Dor._ All this is in vain: Assure yourself, I will never admit of any visit from you in private. _Pala._ That is to tell me, in other words, my condition is desperate. _Dor._ I think you in so ill a condition, that I am resolved to pray for you, this very evening, in the close walk behind the terrace; for that's a private place, and there I am sure nobody will disturb my devotions. And so, good-night, sir. [_Exit._ _Pala._ This is the newest way of making an appointment I ever heard of. Let women alone to contrive the means; I find we are but dunces to
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