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Scen 6a.
Phocillus. Natolion. AlceusPho.
What is «a Woman» Sett upon the Deuil!
«Heart shall wee» take this?
Nat.
How Can wee helpe it?
Alc.
A Cast-away! An Upstart!
Pho.
Shall wee that are the Nobles suffer it;
My Lord Can you (whose Son is thus shook off.)
Be Tame now?
Nat.
I must, my Lords,—and yet—
Pho.
Unclaspe your Soule to us; Here are noe Praters
Nat.
You two, (if you were friends) (as you must Lay
Your Priuate Spleenes by for yor Countries Cause)
Can worke much in the Cittie; Make hast thither,
Raise a Commotion. Raither Coyne a Treason
Then Liue to Looke upon your Countryes Ashes;
Had I a thousand hearts they should goe wt h you
In Any Sudden Action you propose
Pho.
I will doe Something. My Lord Alceus,
Here Let our mighty Quarrell Sleepe awhile,
Vntill our Countryes Peacefull Breath, againe
Blow it into a Flame for to Consume
Shake hand«s»
Or One, or Both of us.
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I am Content
Nat.
Why now you are your selues. I'l not be idle.
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