Act,  scene

1    2,   3|   handsome too;~Red ears and high complexion—oh, my lud!~You’
2    2,   4|   doubt of it; the love your high deserts~May win ...~Valere~
3    2,   4|    love.~Mariane~In faith, a high and noble sentiment.~Valere~
4    3,   1|     on! We know you~And your high tantrums. Just the way to
5    3,   3|     down this favour from on high;~But each entreaty that
6    4,   1|  tell you frankly,~Everyone, high or low, is scandalised;~
7    4,   5|      even safer footing.~The high esteem you’re held in, laid
8    5,   7| honourable,~Coming from that high power which sends me here.~