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SCENA UNDECIMA.

Alfonso, Fabritio, Isabella.
Alphonso.
Goe, and chuse
Florence to morrow for retraite.


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Fabritio.
Sir—

Alphonso.
Let me
Receive no more replyes, doe what I bid thee,
All my desires should be strong lawes to thee,
Adiew, let me give thee the last embrace.

Isabella.
Sir, notwithstanding all your care, I feare
My brother can't submit himselfe unto
This severe order; by his last discourse
I comprehended too well that he loves
Climene still after all her contempts,
And that his blinded soule is still resolv'd
To lose all, rather then to lose her sight.

Alphonso.
I will be satisfied heerin, and know
The meanes to doe it, faile not thou to morrow
Towards the evening to goe to Climene:
The evill, that hath surprised her, invites thee
Vnto this Duty; for my part, I wil
Make Carlos a vissit at that time:
If my sonne stayes, I doubt not but to finde him
In one or to ther house; but it is late,
Adiew, in humane Fortune give unto thee
As much rest, as I have unquietnes,
And trouble at my heart.
—Exit Alphonso.

Isabella.
Las! mine doth bleed
with double griefe, though the first wound be hid.