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SCEN 5.
Enter Mironault wounded,[A noise.
Mir.
Stay hasty drops, not to preserve
The life that does pursue you.
But the blest shrine, where Mirramente dwells,
See, 'tis not my wishes stayes the purple current:
Man's still most near to dye, when he would live,
And live when he would dye; calamity,
And, the more dangerous extream, prosperity
Commits this violence upon mens wishes.
Yet since the gods denied for either cause
To destroy life, or to protect;
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Hark, the noise increases still.
[Noise.
—sure they are lost—
They fought it nobly, though, if my ears
Deceive me not, I hear some comming.
Ha Hyppasus and Pysander!
Then I am happy in spight of all misfortunes.
Enter Hyppasus and Pysander.
Hyp.
Dear Sir, you cut your way so nobly,
We should have reach'd you sooner else.
Pys.
And so we had Sir, but two or three good-fellows
Still staid us upon conference—
Mir.
Well, here's no staying, we must forward;
But whither, Heaven knows; 'twas an unworthy action.
Pys.
For the honorable part of the story,
Wee'l, if you please, comment upon it hereafter.
In the mean time, 'tis more needfull to observe
What a condition we are in to help one another.
Hyppasus would make dainty whistles,
My bones are already rattles:
The best house of receipt I know would be an Hospitall.
A noise again—On, good Sir.
Hyp.
The most by-ways must guide us.
Mir.
Heaven direct us—
Pys.
O what a speech could I now make
Of this frail world. But however,
I'le not stay now to do it.
[Exeunt.
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