Act,  scene

1    1,   2|  his words for oracles.~The fellow knows his dupe, and makes
2    1,   6|  should set ourselves.~Your fellow was not fashioned on this
3    2,   3|    bride of such a handsome fellow!~Mariane~Oh, stop, I beg
4    3,   1|      I must end this paltry fellow’s plots,~And he shall hear
5    3,   1|     now. Just you leave the fellow—~Your father too—in your
6    5,   7| views it with disgust.~This fellow was by no means apt to fool