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Scena Tertia.

Enter Falorus solus.
Fal.
What will become of me (unfortunate man)
Who needs must live in fire, or live in shame?
I know not what to speak nor what to do,
Both fear and grief do so confound my sences:
I fear to wrong Carionil so much
As to be traiterous against our friendship;
And griefs unsufferable endure for the
Fairest of Ladies, incomparable Lucora:
I would she had been kind unto my friend,
Unto him then I never had prov'd false;
Nor will I: I will rather search out frozen
Climates, and lie whole nights on hills of Ice,
Or rather will take powerfull potions, and sleep
Out those unpleasant houres I have to live;
But then I shall not see that beauty: who
But senceless frantickes would have thoughts so poor?
My reason forsakes the government of this
Weak frame, and I am falne into disorder.
Oh! I could sigh my body into air,
And weep't into a Lake, if merciless nature
Had made it of a substance suitable
Unto my wish now: methinks I could level
A Promontory into a Province, and tread
The centre through to read the destinies
Of southern stars, and bless their fortunes that
Are born under their light; for (I am confident)
Their influences are more mild then ours.
There is no other Fate can fall on me
Shall awe me now; I will be proud and daring
As the ambitious waves, when wrathful blasts
Of Northern windes do hoist them violently
Against the highest cloudes, and rather will
Destroy my self then wrong Carionil.
Exit Falorus.