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Freb. No, I’ve seen him cheerful,
And at the board, with soul-enliven'd face,
Push the gay goblet round.—But it wears late.
We shall seem topers more than social friends,
If the returning sun surprise us here.
(To Mast.) Good rest, my gen'rous host; we will retire.
You wrestle with your age most manfully,
But brave it not too far. Retire to sleep.

Mast. I will, my friend, but do you still remain,
With noble Rezenvelt, and all my guests.
Ye have not fourscore years upon your head;
Do not depart so soon. God save you all!
[Exit Master, leaning upon a Servant.

Freb. to the Guests. Shall we resume?

Guests.The night is too far spent.

Freb. Well then, good rest to you.

Rez. to Guests.Good rest, my friends.
[Exeunt all but Freberg and Rezenvelt.

Freb. Alas! my Rezenvelt!
I vainly hop'd the hand of gentle peace,
From this day's reconciliation sprung,
These rude unseemly jarrings had subdu'd:
But I have mark'd, e'en at the social board,
Such looks, such words, such tones, such untold things,
Too plainly told, 'twixt you and Monfort pass,
That I must now despair.
Yet who could think, two minds so much refin'd,
So near in excellence, should be remov'd,
So far remov'd, in gen'rous sympathy.