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SCE. VII.
Enter Constantinus. Isacius and Citizens.Con.
Not find him yet!—I warrant you we have him:
Stop all the passages, and desire Stephanus
To draw down with his Guards.—
6. Cit.
All but that last,
Is done already:—I'll about it straight.
Exit.
Const.
How!—Philo slain!—He never did his Master
A truer service.
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And my good neighbours, Ambrose and Gregory;
—Alack, Alas!—Nothing contain in this life—To
day a Man, tomorrow a Cuckold the next day dead:
3. Cit.
Come—Come—Let's carry them off—But for
that Rogue—Let him ev'n lie—He was a pestilent villain:
4. Cit.
Are you sure he is dead?—Does not the Rogue counterfeit?
5. Cit.
'Twill do no hurt to see;
3. Cit.
For the more certainty—
stabs him again
'Tis good to be sure.
5. Cit.
Well done neighbour—You're in my mind;—
I scarcely believe a man dead, as long as his head's upon
his shoulders.
Exeunt.
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