GEL. (_showing her the portrait of Lelio_). Oh! do not distress me
by such dire forebodings! Observe carefully the features of his face;
they swear to me an eternal affection; after all, I would not willingly
believe them to tell a falsehood, but that he is such as he is here
limned by art, and that his affection for me remains unchanged.
MAID. To be sure, these features denote a deserving lover, whom you are
right to regard tenderly.
CEL. And yet I must--Ah! support me.
(_She lets fall the portrait of Lelio_.)
MAID. Madam, what is the cause of... Heavens! she swoons. Oh! make
haste! help! help!
SCENE III.--CELIA, SGANARELLE, CELIA'S MAID.
SGAN. What is the matter? I am here.
MAID. My lady is dying.
SGAN. What! is that all? You made such a noise, I thought the world was
at an end. Let us see, however. Madam, are you dead? Um! she does not
say one word.
MAID. I shall fetch somebody to carry her in; be kind enough to hold her
so long.
SCENE IV.--CELIA, SGANARELLE, SGANARELLE'S WIFE.
SGAN. (_passing his hand over Celia's bosom_).
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