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Climéné, Jacinta, The Duke.
Iacinta.
Madame,—

Climene.
Once againe
I say I will be private for a minute;
Retire, and leave me to my selfe.

Iacinta.
Bur if
The Duke.—

Climene.
Be gone, and speak no more of him,
His name is odious to me.

Duke.
How unfortunate
Am I?

Iacinta.
I tould you, sweetnes would doe nothing
Vpon that stubborne spirit.

Duke.
I will follow
Thy counsell, let us speedilie goe forth,
My presence would encrease her crueltie.

Iacinta.
For feare you should be seene, be pleas'd to stay
Till she goes in; till when I cannot hand sonelie
Draw you from hence; in the meane time your Highnes
May in those shadie walkes divert your sadnes.