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Helen. I'll ne'er wed man, if not my cousin Modus.
Mod. Nor woman I, save cousin Helen's she.
Wal. [To MASTER HEARTWELL.] A daughter, have you, and a nephew,
too,
Without their match in duty! Let them marry.
For you, sir, who to-day have lost an earldom,
Yet would have shared that earldom with my child -
My only one--content yourself with prospect
Of the succession; it must fall to you,
And fit yourself to grace it. Ape not those
Who rank by pride. The man of simplest bearing
Is yet a lord, when he's a lord indeed!
Tin. The paradox is obsolete. Ne'er heed!
Learn from his book, and practise out of mine!
Wal. Sir Thomas Clifford, take my daughter's hand!
If now you know the master of her heart!
Give it, my Julia! You suspect, I see,
And rightly, there has been some masking here.
Content thee, daughter, thou shalt know anon,
How jealousy of my mis-shapen back
Made me mistrustful of a child's affections -
Who doubted e'en a wife's--so that I dropped
The title of thy father, lest thy duty
Should pay the debt thy love could solve alone.
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