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Scene XII.

[To them] WAITWELL with a box of writings.

LADY WISHFORT
O Sir Rowland! Well, rascal?

WAITWELL
What your ladyship pleases. I have brought the black box at last, madam.

MIRABELL
Give it me. Madam, you remember your promise.

LADY WISHFORT
Ay, dear sir.

MIRABELL
Where are the gentlemen?

WAITWELL
At hand, sir, rubbing their eyes,--just risen from sleep.

FAINALL
'Sdeath, what's this to me? I'll not wait your private concerns.

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