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SCENE II.
D. SANCHO. CIMENA. ELVIRA.D. SANCHO.
I madame, never thinke of any other
But bloudy sacrifices: your anger's just
And your griefe lawfull, for my part Madame
I'le neither goe about to pacifie
Or comfort you; but if my present service
Can be of use to you; imploy my Sword
To cut out your revenge; from your commands
My heart takes courage, and my arme its strength.
CIMENA.
O me unfortunate!
D. SANCHO.
Madame accept my service.
CIMENA.
I shall offend the King then who has promis'd
To doe me Justice.
D. SANCHO.
But you know, justice
Is so slow pac'd and languishing, that seldome
It overtakes the crime; the wrong was done
By th'sword, then let a Cavalier revenge it
By the sword againe: It is the readiest way.
CIMENA.
'Tis the last remedy, but if it must
Arive at that, and this your noble pitty
Of my misfortunes doe continue with you,
I shall then give you the freedom you desire.
It is the onely happinesse I wish,
So having hopes to see't, I take my leave.
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