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What are you doing here?  Put down that sword,
 That’s only poor old Tony, crazed and lame.
We never notice him.  With my dear Lord
 I ought not to have minded that he came.
But, Gervase, it surprises me that you
 Should so lack grace to stay here.”  With one hand
    She held her gaping bodice to conceal
 Her breast.  “I must demand
Your instant absence.  Everard, but new
Returned, will hardly care for guests.  Adieu.”
    “Eunice, you’re mad.”  His brain began to reel.