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Love for Love: a Comedy by William Congreve
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MISS. Oh, but you shan't, for I'll hold my tongue.

TATT. O my dear apt scholar!

MISS. Well, now I'll run and make more haste than you.

TATT. You shall not fly so fast, as I'll pursue.



ACT III.--SCENE I.



NURSE alone.

NURSE. Miss, Miss, Miss Prue! Mercy on me, marry and amen. Why,
what's become of the child? Why Miss, Miss Foresight! Sure she has
locked herself up in her chamber, and gone to sleep, or to prayers:
Miss, Miss,--I hear her.--Come to your father, child; open the door.
Open the door, Miss. I hear you cry husht. O Lord, who's there?
[peeps] What's here to do? O the Father! A man with her! Why,
miss, I say; God's my life, here's fine doings towards--O Lord,
we're all undone. O you young harlotry [knocks]. Od's my life,
won't you open the door? I'll come in the back way.


SCENE II.

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