| I have a document
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| For you to sign
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| A document?
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| Sit here
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| Use my pen
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| A document
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| What kind of document?
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| Just sign it here
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| And here
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| And we’ll be done
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| Now?
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| It’s a formality
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| Sign your name, Lady Glyde
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| Here
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| On the line
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| What are you asking me to sign?
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| (Fosco enters, all civility)
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| Percival
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| You said you needed me
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| I am at your service
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| Ah, Buongiorno, ladies! |
| I trust you slept well?
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| I need a witness
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| To Laura’s signature
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| Again, what is this document?
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| Sign your name, Lady Glyde
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| Sir, she has a right to know
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| It pertains, Miss Halcombe
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| To a man and his wife
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| Then let me read it first
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| That isn’t asking much
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| Sign
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| I have a carriage waiting!
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| (to Count Fosco)
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| Do you know what’s in these papers?
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| I’m as ignorant as you and Lady Glyde
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| Sign!
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| But I cannot sign
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| What I haven’t read
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| It is too involved
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| For your pretty head
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| As a sign of trust
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| Please pick up the pen
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| I will read it first
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| I will trust you then
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| Let our lawyers bless
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| What you want from her
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| Then she’ll acquiesce
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| With her signature
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| You’ve a pointed tone
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| That I will not bear
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| That’s a point of view
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| I completely share
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| Sign your name, Lady Glyde! |
| Infernal women, you know nothing about business!
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| Oh!
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| Calmly, my dear friend
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| Lady Glyde’s upset
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| So is her sister
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| Can’t the papers wait another day?
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| This is a timely matter, and it will not wait!
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| I will gladly sign
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| When I know what it is
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| Forget about the signature
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| I’m urging you, please
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| As a man of honor, be patient
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| Send the carriage away
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| In all good conscience
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| I could not be a witness now
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| For God’s sake, woman, sign! |
| I will not stand for it, I will not!
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| (Sir Percival goes to strike his wife. He is prevented by Fosco and Marian)
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| Stop it! |
| Stop it!
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| She’s still my wife!
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| She’ll do as I say!
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| Your temper, sir!
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| Stay out of my way!
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| You must be confined
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| Till you see the light!
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| This is not a jail!
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| Sir, this is not right!
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| She should gladly do
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| Anything I say
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| She’s a willful child
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| Who will have her way!
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| GLYDE!
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| You must hold your tongue!
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| You must not react!
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| You must leave at once!
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| Your good name… intact
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| (Sir Percival leaves)
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| You’ll be fine, Lady Glyde
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| Don’t touch me!
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| You’re safe, my dear
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| You’ll be alright
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| His bark is far worse
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| Than his bite
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| His temper flares
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| Don’t be alarmed
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| He will calm down
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| You won’t be harmed
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| Without your aid
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| Where would we be?
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| How could I not?
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| Don’t come near me!
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| He is our friend!
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| Look what he’s done!
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| I don’t trust him
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| Or anyone!
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| You’ll be fine
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| Lady Glyde
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| (Marian takes his hand—a thank you in her eyes. Fosco leaves.) |