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& Thra. Nay, good my lord, be patient. Cle. Sir, remember this is your honoured friend, 80
That comes to do his service, and will show you
I ask you pardon, sir;
As much distempered and enraged as now.
Oh, say not so!
90 The princess light? Dion.
Why, she was taken at it. Phi. 'Tis false! by Heaven, 'tis false ! it cannot
Why, then, it cannot be.
Oh, good gods ! A little boy?
Ay; know you him, my lord ?
You are abused, and so is she, and I.
Why, all the world's abused
Oh, noble sir, your virtues
In short, my lord, I took them ; I myself.
rage ! Would thou hadst ta’en deyils engendering plagues, When thou didst take them! Hide thee from my
Would thou hadst taken thunder on thy breast,
In silence !
Have you known him so ill-tempered ? Cle. Never before.
The winds, that are let loose
To run me through?
Why, my lord, are you
When any fall from virtue,
What's best to be done.
I thank you; I will do it:
And give you answer.
All the gods direct you
He was extreme impatient.
130 [Exeunt Dion, Cleremont, and Thrasiline. Phi. I had forgot to ask him where he took them ;
I'll follow him. Oh, that I had a sea
Oh that, like beasts, we could not grieve ourselves
See, see, you gods,
Health to you, my
lord ! The princess doth commend her love, her life, And this, unto you.
[Gives a letter. Phi.
In loving thee, my boy: she has made thee brave. Bel. My lord, she has attired me past my wish,
Past my desert ; more fit for her attendant,
160 Phi. Thou art grown cou boy.-Oh, let all women,
That love black deeds, learn to dissemble here,
[Aside. Tell me, my boy, how doth the princess use thee?
For I shall guess her love to me by that.
Something allied to her, or had preserved 170
So she does use me.
Why, this is wondrous well: But what kind language does she feed thee with? Bel. Why, she does tell me she will trust my youth
With all her loving secrets, and does call me
Than ere she spake.
This is much better still.
Ill? no, Bellario.