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cuse me, if, after having committed such an offence in your house, you see me no more. My master, as things appear at present, will be forced to leave this, and to carry his wife to France. Have you no message to your poor daughter? _Phil._ Do you think he will go away so soon? _Gas._ He told me, if he received no kind answer from you, to order horses immediately. _Mar._ It is a great grief to a father never to see his daughter again. _Phil._ Is your master a barbarian? is he so ungrateful? Could I have done more for him? And he has used me with the greatest inhumanity; to seduce the heart of my daughter, and the whole time to conceal it from me. _Gas._ He would willingly have brought her to you before now, but for the fear of your resentment. _Phil._ Perfidious! I have to applaud him for his handsome action,--I have to be grateful for his treachery; he shuns the reproaches of an offended father,--he cannot bear to hear himself called traitor. _Gas._ I understand; by your leave. [_Going._] _Phil._ Tell him he must never dare to come in my presence; I do not wish to see him,--I do not desire it. _Gas._ [_Aside._] I understand perfectly; nature never fails. [_Exit._ _Mar._ [_Aside._] Matters will soon be accommodated. _Phil._ [_To himself._] My own injury! this is good!--to my own injury! _Mar._ To turn your thoughts from this subject, sir, may I now speak to you concerning my own affairs? _Phil._ I need nothing else to torment me but for you to talk of your marriage. I hate the very word, and never wish to hear it again while I live. _Mar._ It seems, then, you want the world to come to an end. _Phil._ For me it is ended. _Mar._ My poor master! and where will your estate go--your riches? _Phil._ May the devil take them! _Mar._ You would die rich, and let your daughter live in want? _Phil._ Poor unhappy girl! _Mar._ And would you carry this hatred in your bosom, and feel remorse at your death? _Phil._ Be silent, devil! torture me no more. _Enter_ Mademoiselle Costanza. _Cost._ Monsieur Philibert, you have made sport of me. _Phil._ [_Aside._] This was wanting to complete all. _Cost._ I have been waiting two hours, and no one has appeared. _Phil._ [_Aside._] I know not what answer to make. _Cost._ Did you not urge me to return to my aunt's, telling me the Lieutenant would be there? _Mar._ My young lady, you shall hear how it was. The Lieutenant had to go to t
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