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Polyeuctes, or the Martyr | ||
Scena Secunda.
Polyeuctes, Nearchus, Paulina, Stratonica.Polyeuctes.
Let's fly then, since we must, adiew, Paulina,
Adiew, within an hour, or little more
I will return again here.
Paul.
What occasion
So pressing doth invite you to go forth?
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Pol.
Much more then either.
Paul.
What's the secret then?
Pol:
You shall know one day, I am loath to leave you,
But yet I must.
Paul.
D'ee love me?
Pol.
Witness Heaven
A thousand times more then my self I love you,
But—
Paul.
But you care not for my discontent;
Should you have Secrets that I may not know?
What proof of love is this; ith' name of Himen,
Give only to my tears this fatall journey.
Pol.
A dream makes you afraid!
Paul.
I know those presages
Are vain, but I do love you, and I fear.
Pol.
For an hours absence fear no hurt; adiew,
Your tears prevail too much upon me, and
I feel my heart even ready to revolt,
There's no resisting her but in my flight.—
Exit.
Polyeuctes, or the Martyr | ||