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THE PICCOLOMINI, OR THE
SCENE III.
Countess, Max. Piccolomini.
MAX. (peeping in on the stage shily.)
(Advances to the middle of the stage, and looks
around him with uneasiness.)
She's not here!
Where is she?
COUNTESS.
In yonder corner, lest perhaps she lie
Conceal'd behind that screen.
MAX.
(Snatches at them, but the Countess takes them
herself.)
You unkind Lady! You refuse me this—
You make it an amusement to torment me.
COUNTESS.
MAX.
Since we've been here, so to constrain myself—
With such poor stealth to hazard words and glances—
These, these are not my habits!
COUNTESS.
Many new habits to acquire, young friend!
But