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SCENA OCTAVA.

The Duke, Carlos, Isabella, attendance.
Carlos.
You see Climene stayes heere, as I said.

Duke.
Conduct her! tis ynough, Im satisfi'd,
And will goe forth content.

Carlos.
Madame, tis Carlos,
Follow me without feare, speake soft—

Isabella.
Tis Carlos,
I'le follow him without constraint.—

aside.
Duke.
Guards, waite upon Climene for this night,
My eyes must be deprived of the happines
To see her, my love urgeth me in vaine
To follow her, defer we till to morron
To render her a vissit, the good which
I expect thence would be too dearelie bought
If it should cost a trouble to Climene.
Depart we, and lets flatter us with hope
That we through perseverance shall o'rcome,
And that there is no heart so hard by charme.
Which those fires in my bosom cannot warme.