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37645	Dryden, John	Dryden's Works Vol. 3			.txt	text/plain	111975	16672	99	_Sir John._ Madam, this fair young lady begs the honour to be known to _Sir Mart._ Why, there's the jest of it: He shall never know it: 'Tis _Sir Mart._ I hope thou art not in earnest, man! _Warn._ For telling Sir John you loved my master, madam. _Warn._ When you know all, I shall deserve it, sir: I came to sound the _Warn._ A word in private, sir; you mistake this old man; he loves _Sir John._ 'Tis no matter, though the old man be suspicious; I knew the _Warn._ Nay, for that you shall excuse me, sir; I do not love to make a _Sir John._ Dost thou think I shall get her aunt's consent? _Sir John._ Pray, madam, let me speak with you; on my soul, 'tis the _Sir Mart._ There's no answering thee any thing; thou thinkest I am good _Mir._ 'Tis a creature, sir, I do not love to look on.	./cache/37645.txt	./txt/37645.txt