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le--(offering apple). MAR. (Examines it and rejects it.) No! (Mysteriously.) Tell me, are you mad? ROSE. I? No! That is, I think not. MAR. That's well! Then you don't love Sir Despard Murgatroyd? All mad girls love him. I love him. I'm poor Mad Margaret--Crazy Meg--Poor Peg! He! he! he! he! (chuckling). ROSE. Thou lovest the bad Baronet of Ruddigore? Oh, horrible--too horrible! MAR. You pity me? Then be my mother! The squirrel had a mother, but she drank and the squirrel fled! Hush! They sing a brave song in our parts--it runs somewhat thus: (Sings.) "The cat and the dog and the little puppee Sat down in a--down in a--in a---- I forget what they sat down in, but so the song goes! Listen--I've come to pinch her! ROSE. Mercy, whom? MAR. You mean "who". ROSE. Nay! it is the accusative after the verb. MAR. True. (Whispers melodramatically.) I have come to pinch Rose Maybud! ROSE. (Aside, alarmed.) Rose Maybud! MAR. Aye! I love him--he loved me once. But that's all gone, fisht! He gave me an Italian glance--thus (business)--and made me his. He will give her an Italian glance, and make her his. But it shall not be, for I'll stamp on her--stamp on her- -stamp on her! Did you ever kill anybody? No? Why not? Listen--I killed a fly this morning! It buzzed, and I wouldn't have it. So it died--pop! So shall she! ROSE. But, behold, I am Rose Maybud, and I would fain not die "pop." MAR. You are Rose Maybud? ROSE. Yes, sweet Rose Maybud! MAR. Strange! They told me she was beautiful! And he loves you! No, no! If I thought that, I would treat you as the auctioneer and land-agent treated the lady-bird--I would rend you asunder! ROSE. Nay, be pacified, for behold I am pledged to another, and Lo, we are to be wedded this very day! MAR. Swear me that! Come to a Commissioner and let me have it on affidavit! I once made an affidavit--but it died--it died- -it died! But see, they come--Sir Despard and his evil crew! Hide, hide--they are all mad--quite mad! ROSE. What makes you think that? MAR. Hush! They sing choruses in public. That's mad enough, I think. Go--hide away, or they will seize you! Hush! Quite softly--quite, quite softly!
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