To her that’s been his hostess and his nurse. What harm in that? Torre Torre What harm? To lose her heart And make a pastime for the filcher of it! Queen, country maid—all’s practice to his lures. Sir Bernard Sir Bernard You anger me: so rank in your suspicions. You read him backward, as the witches do The holy writ. Whether Launcelot or no, This is a true man. Torre Torre Father, he is false. Lavaine Lavaine You slander one that’s better than yourself. Torre
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