Crassus.
am weary of Adela grown chaste and chill.
Antcia.
‘The hunter fags; how heavy is the hill!
But you are bound to Adela.
Crassus.
To yout
Aurcta.
But you have given me freedom. I will leave you.
‘Crassus.
What have I done to grieve you?
Aurcia.
‘You have been the solemn fool with fece awry
‘That I have gathered in my ecstasy.
You ace only a vulgar primrose I have plucked.
Crassus.
At Ieast, she-devil, you have been well—treated.
Aucta.
O teagie farce—not even rimes completed!
Nay, darling! no rebellion. When you know
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