The Queen of Corsica | ||
Scena 8a:
Dorimant. Seruant. Florimond. Achæa. Ariste.Dor.
Madam, I am gladd
I'ue ffound you. your greiu'd Brother does entreat you
To Come unto him.
Ach.
I waite on him Sr,
And hope I shall appeare now Cleare before him
Dor.
My Lord fflorimond you haue beene much miss't.
Flor.
Can Mischeife then be miss't?
Ach.
Nay good fflorimond!
My Lord I haue a Sea of Thoughts to utter
Dor.
Madam this Ayre must needes endanger you;
Pray 'ee hast. This Way. Sirrah prepare
The Horses.
Ser.
Yes Sr
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