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Scena 6a:

Alceus. Phocillus Drawne.
Alc.
Draw.

Phocill.
Not in the Princesse Lodgeings

Alc.
Not the Altar
Sacred to Concord and the Common Peace
Can fence thee from my Vengeance. Didst you Lurke
Within the Princesse Bosom middst thy Charmes
(Wc h haue bewitcht her) I would force thee out;
Draw and that Presently lest my Injuries
Make mee turne Coward, & forgett all Mercy.

Pho.
Take heed of nameing her in this mad moode,
For then my Pacience will giue up my Heart,
And Soe let in thy Ruine. I am Loath
To putt Rage on in [this] Such a Place as this.

Alc.
Not name Antiope! yes I will Speake loud:
Shee will proue Poyson to thee, O the Name
Of holy Frendship tell him from my Poynt
How hee hath Wrongd thee. Base & false Phocillus
(The Poole wherein the Deuil Spawnes his Treachery)
Maintaine the Wrong wc h under Freindship's Maske
Thou did'st mee in my Loue, my Wittes, my Fortune
When thou betrayd'st mee. Stay; ye God's shall heare
(Or I will Snatch the Thunder from the Skyes
And make em) They shall heare how when I trusted
My Bosom and my Passions To thy Tongue
That it might giue 'em new Life to her Eare,
Most shamefully most Traiterously you didst—
Haue at thee—Scandall mee to raise the fabrick
Of thy Owne rotten fortunes.

Fight. Phocillus is Wounded.
Pho.
I returne
That Breath into thy Bosome

Alc.
Ware ye Next.