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CIV.

Scene, Bristol. Enter Bertha and Egwina.
Ber.
Gentle Egwina, do not preach me joy;
I cannot join in any thing but weere.
Oh! that aught should our happiness destroy,
Flooding the face with woe and briny tear!

Egw.
You must, you must endeavour for to cheer

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Your heart unto some comfortable rest.
Your loverde from the battle will appear,
In honour and in greater love be dress'd;
But I will call the minstrels' roundelay,
Perchance the pleasant sound may chase your grief away.

[Enter Minstrels.
Song.