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Scen I.
Mopsus, Thestylis.Mop.
I would have you to know Thestylis, so I would,
I am no dog, but mortall flesh and blood
As you are.
Thes.
O be patient gentle Mopsus.
Mop.
Slid, fetch and carry!
Thes.
Nay good sweet heart
Be not so angry.
Mop.
Angry? why 'twould anger
A dog indeed to be so us'd, a dog!
I would not use a dog so: bid a dog
That comes of a good house to fetch and carry!
Discourteous! let him get dogs of his own,
For I have got my neck out of the collar.
Let him unkennell's Oracles himselfe
For Mopsus, if I starte or spring him one
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Thes.
But Mopsus, you may now securely visit
Mee and my house: Amyntas, heaven be prais'd,
Is now recover'd of his wits again.
Mop.
How? and grown wise!
Thes.
Ceres be prais'd as ever.
Mop.
Shut up your doores then; Carduus Benedictus
Or Dragon water may doe good upon him.
Thes.
What mean you Mopsus?
Mop.
Mean I? what mean you
To invite me to your house when 'tis infected?
Thes.
Infected?
Mop.
I, Amyntas has the Wits.
And doe you think I'le keepe him company?
Though, as I told you still, I am suspitious
Iocastus is the man that must—
The.
Doe what?
Mop.
It grieves me to think of it.
The.
Out with't man.
Mop.
That must interpret; I have cause to think
(With sorrow be it spoken) he will prove
The verier foole, but let him; yet now my Augury
That never failes me, tells mee certainly
That I shall have thee, Thestylis, yet ere night;
It was an owle—
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