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SCENE XIII.

Enter Timanthes.
Timan.
My life! my Dirce!
And have I found thee then?

Dir.
My dearest lord!

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Farewell, farewell for ever! to thy care
I here commend my child; for me embrace him,
Give him this kiss, and when his ripening age
Can feel compassion, tell him all my sufferings.

Timan.
What says my love? Thou mak'st my blood run cold—

Dir.
Alas! our union is no more a secret;
My father knows it all, and wild with rage
Will bear me distant hence; I know him well,
There is no hope remains.

Timan.
Be comforted,
Compose thy troubled breast, my love, my wife,
Thou hast thy husband with thee.