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Andromana : or the merchant's wife | ||
SCÆNA 3.
Ephorbas Solus.Eph.
Riddle upon riddle: I have dreamt this night
Plangus was cloathd like innocence, all white;
And Andromana then methoughts was grown
So black, nothing but all one guilt was shewn.
What shall I do? Shall I beleeve a dream?
Which is a vapour born along the stream
Of fancy, and sprung up from the gross fumes
Of a full stomach, sent to the upper rooms
Oth' brain by our ill Genius to spoyl our sight,
And cloud our judgements like a misty night.
Why do I doubt? tis ominous to stay
Demurring when the way is plain: Is day
Or night best to judge colours? shall I stand
Trying the waters foundness, when the land
And from Papers hope to find my fears
Oppos'd. And yet me thinks 'tis very strange
A son of mine should suddenly thus change,
And throw his nature off, I did not so
When I was young I am resolvd to know
The truth, and clear this mist from fore my eyes,
If't can be done by care, by gold, or spies.
Exit.
Andromana : or the merchant's wife | ||