_Muf._ Why this is as it should be now; take the treasure again, it
can never be put into better hands.
_Mor._ Yes, to my knowledge, but it might. I have confessed my soul to
you, if you can understand me rightly. I never disobeyed you till this
night; and now, since, through the violence of my passion, I have been
so unfortunate, I humbly beg your pardon, your blessing, and your
leave, that, upon the first opportunity, I may go for ever from your
sight; for heaven knows, I never desire to see you more.
_Muf._ [_Wiping his eyes._] Thou makest me weep at thy unkindness;
indeed, dear daughter, we will not part.
_Mor._ Indeed, dear daddy, but we will.
_Muf._ Why, if I have been a little pilfering, or so, I take it
bitterly of thee to tell me of it, since it was to make thee rich; and
I hope a man may make bold with his own soul, without offence to his
own child. Here, take the jewels again; take them, I charge thee, upon
thy obedience.
_Mor._ Well then, in virtue of obedience, I will take them; but, on my
soul, I had rather they were in a better hand.
_Muf._ Meaning mine, I know it.
_Mor._ Meaning his, whom I love better than my life.
_Muf._ That's me again.
_Mor._ I would have you think so.
_Muf._ How thy good nature works upon me! Well, I can do no less than
venture damning for thee; and I may put fair for it, if the rabble be
ordered to rise to-night.
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