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SCENE VII.
ORMIN, CHARIFA, ALABEZ.Ormin.
See heer, I have brought you light.
CHARIFA.
What have I done? this is a grosse mistake
ALABEZ.
What think'st thou; have not I much cause to be
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That ever pleas'd thee, I've a sottish spirit
And silly carriage. Thou shouldst die with shame.
Charifa.
Why? prethee? I have utteted but a truth.
ALABEZ.
But a truth, traitresse, o thou brazen face!
What! If I married thee, thou dangerous beast
I should be of the number of those people
Which we call cuckoulds? thy impertinent tongue
Lied a hundred times, I'd rather chuse
A rope then such a bed fellow:
Ormin.
Whence springs
Your quarrel?
ALABEZ:
Peace a while, I shall in good time
Talk with you, friend, companion of ill luck
Ormin putting out the candle.
Ormin.
We must be gone, there's nothing to be gotten
But blows heer by a fool.—
Exeunt Ormin and Charifa.
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