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SCENA SEPTIMA.

The Duke, Climene, Fabritio, Iacinta, Valerio, Guards.
Climene addressing her selfe to the Duke and thinking to speake to Fabritio.
Climene.
What would'st thou, my deare Lover?

Fabritio.
Ha, deare Lover!
Heavens! what is this I heare!

Climene.
I have cause, reallie,
To complaine of thee, could'st thou not one night
At my request refraine my companie?
Yet I excuse thee upon this presumption
That who loves well is little Master of
Himselfe, and can't deny but my charm'd soule
Complaines heere but of being too much lov'd.

Fabritio.
May I believe this? Heaven! am I enchanted?

Climene.
Thou need'st not doubt this truth; when I would be
Angry against thee, suddenlie I check
My selfe, and when my mouth accuseth thee,
My soule defends thee.

Duke.
Fortunate Fabritio

—aside
Fabritio.
O happie Rivall!

—aside.
Climene.
Thou dost know my love.


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Fabritio.
I knew it ill.

—aside
Climene.
What! answearest thou nothing?
Doubts thou my flame, or fearst thou that another
More pleasing object drives thee from my soul?
What ever happens, rest thy selfe assur'd
That my loue and my life shall have one course,
And that it is impossible for me
No more to love thee.

Duke.
How unhappie am I?

—aside.
Fabritio.
How miserable am I?

—aside.
Climene.
What obligeth thee
To murmur still thus to thy selfe? must I
Confirme my love unto thee by some oathes?
If my flame for thee make not all my glorie,
If thou alone possessest not my heart,
And all my thoughts, let—

Fabritio.
Sweare not ingratefull and perfidious Woman,
It needeth' not, I doe believe thy words.

Duke.
Thy death shall soone follow thy insolence:
My Guards.

Fabritio flying.
Fabritio.
It is in vaine to make resistance.

Valerio and the Guards goe after Fabritio.
Duke.
Pursue, and kill him.

Iacinta.
Alas! I'm dead with feare.

Climene,
I faint, I faint, Iacinta, hould me up.


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Duke.
Let him dye, tis but just, too great a merit
Is often a great crime, in ruining
This Rivall, I may gaine what I desire;
And if he perish not, my hope must perish:
Let's see if the successe answeareth my wish.