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SCENE II.
Of Roderigo's House.
'Twas a sad accident; and I fear me, more, than a bare Chance.—I hear, you took, th'Examinations.
The Friendship (Madam) I ever ow'd your Husband, might have commanded more—The rest, Signior Grimaldi, has appoint∣ed, to be taken here.
And what d'ye' think?—Was my poor Sister?—I love her with my Soul—Is there any thing reaches her?
Directly, nothing; But a single, uncertain Evidence, her Ser∣vant Bianca—Tho'to deal freely with ye', I suspect it—Men of my Station, can see day, at a little hole: Letters, make Words, and Cir∣cumstances, Things.
Alas! Alas!—Tho' yet, my private thoughts, don't contradict ye—What wou'd she have done, had she had my Beast?—But, he was my Husband—And the more unfortunate me—I lov'd him. But pray—What ground have ye?
Enough, if not too much.—Montalto's Estate (however it went in my Name) was dipt in the Bank, for thirty Thousand Duckats. —Fieschi, pays the Money: His Servant, gave Montalto his Wound: And whether, your Sister, and Fieschi, were absolute Strangers—I leave it to your Ladyship.
I am afraid, y'ave gone too deep.
I'll not give a rush for that Man, that cannot pick any thing out of nothing—At least, bring it in, by an Innuendo.—Men of Bu∣siness (Madam) are not so much to seek, as the World takes them.
And truly, I tremble, while I speak it—I wish there were no design, of taking off, a Husband, to make room, for a Gal∣lant.
My Conscience, tells me, y'ave hit the Nail.
And shall I own that Sister? Vertue, forbid it!
According to my appointment, I am come—Yet thought it, not altogether unfit, that this Lady, who is most concern'd, shou'd hear the matter.