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MARIANA.
Madam--
BLAUNCH.
Mariana, as I am grieved with thy presence: so am I not
offended for thy absence; and were it not a breach to modesty,
thou shouldest know before I left thee.
MARIANA.
How near is this humor to madness! If you hold on as you
begin, you are in a pretty way to scolding.
BLAUNCH.
To scolding, huswife?
MARIANA.
Madam, here comes one.
[Here enters one with a letter.]
BLAUNCH.
There doth in deed. Fellow, wouldest thou have any thing with
any body here?
MESSENGER.
I have a letter to deliver to the Lady Mariana.
BLAUNCH.
Give it me.
MESSENGER.
There must none but she have it.
[Blaunch snatcheth the letter from him. Et exit messenger.]
BLAUNCH.
Go to, foolish fellow. And therefore, to ease the anger I
sustain, I'll be so bold to open it. Whats here? Sir
Robert greets you well? You, Mastries, his love, his life?
Oh amorous man, how he entertains his new Maistres; and
bestows on Lubeck, his od friend, a horn night cap to keep
in his witt.
MARIANA.
Madam, though you have discourteously read my letter, yet I
pray you give it me.
BLAUNCH.
Then take it: there, and there, and there!
[She tears it. Et exit Blaunch.]
MARIANA.
How far doth this differ from modesty! Yet will I gather
up the pieces, which happily may shew to me the intent
thereof, though not the meaning.
[She gathers up the pieces and joins them.
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