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SCENE VI.
Roderigoalone.
Strooke to the very heart, with a blow as fatall
As un-foreseene; what shall I doe? I must
Either betray my honour, or my love,
It were a better choice for me to die
Than to doe either:
If I revenge my father, I must lose
My love; if not, I must live infamous;
How can I live, having lost all I live for?
But infamy pursues me after death.
On then my soule, and rather chuse to die
Losing thy love, than live ingloriously,
And start not at the name of the offender,
Because he is the father of thy mistresse,
But rather thinke thine owne receiv'd the offence,
And thou art bound to give the recompence.
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