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Scena quinta.
Enter Pedro, and a Gentleman.Gent.
Ye are a stranger sir, and for humanity,
Being come within our walls, I would shew you something.
Ye have seen the Castle?
Ped.
Yes sir, tis a strong one,
And well maintain'd.
Gent.
Why are you still thus sad, sir?
How doe ye like the walkes?
Ped.
They are very pleasant;
Your Town stands coole and sweet.
Gent.
But that I would not
Affect you with more sadnesse, I could shew ye
A place worth view.
Ped.
Showes seldome alter me sir;
Pray ye speake it, and then shew it.
Gen.
Tis a house here
Where people of all sorts, that have been visited
With lunacies and follies waite their cures,
Their's fancies of a thousand stamps and fashions,
Like flies in severall shapes buze round about ye,
And twice as many gestures; some of pitty,
That it would make ye melt to see their passions:
And some as light againe, that would content ye.
But I see sir, your temper is too modest,
Too much inclin'd to contemplation,
To meet with these?
Ped.
You could not please me better;
And I beseech you sir, doe me the honour
To let me waite upon ye.
Gent.
Since ye are willing,
To me it shall be a pleasure to conduct ye.
Ped.
I never had such a mind yet to see misery.
Exeunt.
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