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CXV.

[Æl.]
Ye Gods, how is a lover's temper formed!
Sometimes the same thing will both ban and bless;
One time enchilled, then by the same thing warm'd,
First forth extended, and again brought less.
'Tis Bertha's loss which doth my thoughts possess.
I will, I must away; why stays my steed?
My servants, hither haste; prepare a dress
Which couriers in hasty journies need.
Oh heavens! I must away to Bertha's eyne,
For in her looks I find my being doth entwine.

[Exit.