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ng, whether in deed or word or thought. And yet I fear pride egged us. We had done Better to be more humble, and bring here A girl apiece. _Valentine_. Yes, Sylvan; you must think The cloister were a thing more comfortable With your Katrina in it? _Sylvan_. My Katrina! And do you think, supposing I would love, I'ld bank in such a crazy safe as that Katrina? One of those soft shy-spoken maids, Who are only maids through fear? Whose life is all A simpering pretence of modesty? If it was love I wanted, 'twould not be A dish of sweet stewed pears, laced with brandy. But I can do without a woman's kisses. _Valentine_. Can you?--You know full well, in the truth of your heart, That there's no man in all the world of men Whose will woman's beauty cannot divide Easily as a sword cuts jetting water. _Sylvan_. Have you not heard, that even jetting water May have such spouting force, that it becomes A rod of glittering white iron, and swords Will beat rebounding on its speed in vain?-- Of such a force I mean to have my will. [_He sits and stares moodily out to sea. His companions whisper each other_. _Valentine_. Here, Francis! Look you yonder. O but this, This is the joke of the world! _Francis_. Hallo! a girl! And, by the Lord, Katrina!--But why here? _Valentine_. She's followed him, of course; she's heard of this Mad escapade and followed after him. _Francis_. She has not seen us yet. Now what to do? _Valentine_. Quick! Where's your handkerchief? Truss his wrists and ankles, And pull his coat up over his head and leave him! He won't get free of her again; she'll lead His wildness home and keep him tame for ever. Now! [_They fall on him, bind him, and blindfold him_. _Sylvan_. What are you doing? Whatever are you doing? Hell burn you, let me go! _Valentine_. There's worse to come. [_They make off, and leave_ SYLVAN _shouting_. KATRINA _runs in_. _Katrina_. Dear Heaven! Were they robbers? Have they hurt you? [_She releases him. He stands up_. _Sylvan_. Katrina! _Katrina_. Sylvan! _Sylvan_. How did you plot this? I thought I'd put leagues between you and me. _Katrina_. Why have you come here? _Sylvan_. To find you, it seems. But what you're doing here, that I'ld like to know. _Katrina_. I came to see my grandmother: she lives All by herself, poor grannam, and it's time She had some help about the h
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