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Scæn. 7.
Enter Doron, Carmela.Dor.
Carmela, by my great bel-weather, Carmela,
I'm over the tops of my high-shooes in love,
And there shall I stick and starve, if thou dost
Not pull me out.—Where hast thou been
This live-long hour?
Car.
What, does the mouth of your affections water?
Dor.
Water? No, it fires. I'm so all a-fire, that I dare
Not go amongst my flocks for fear; lest
I should burn up all their pasture, if thou
Dost not showre down some dew of
Comfort to cool me.
Car.
I shall soon cool your courage, Doron; for
I cannot, may not, will not love thee.
Dor.
Out you gossip, not love me? go, get
You spin on Ixions wheel.
Car.
No, Lovers spin on that, and so must you.
Exeunt.
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