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Frosine. Do not refuse me the service which I ask of you. You would not believe, Sir, the pleasure which Harpagon. I must be gone. Some one is calling me. Till by-and-by. Frosine (alone). May ague seize you, and send you to the devil, you stingy cur! The rascal has resisted firmly all my attacks. But I must, for all that, not abandon the attempt; and I have got the other side, from whom, at any rate, I am certain to draw a good reward. |
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