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Scena 2a.

Antiope. Phocillus. Captaine.
Ant.
Dead already!

Rises from ye Coffin
Phoc.
Madam faith this is kindly done of you,
To giue a Uisit to a Dead Man thus.

Ant.
I bring thy Safety with mee. O Phocillus
How many Hellesponts of Teares hast thou
Swumm ore into my Soule? I felt thee struggle
(Iust as I would haue Slept) and Cry for helpe;
And Loue hath giuen it mee. I bring thee Life.

Pho.
Euen on the Block wee Loue to feed ourselues
With fflat'ring Hope. But all its Dores to Mee
Are Shutt up by the Rigour of yor Brother;
I am at Peace, and Lead my Passions Bound,
You shall not See mee Rage.

Ant.
I dally not.
Yon Powers remember Louers! Thou hast heard
My Sisters Unexampl'd Story told.
Tis a strange Maze. But fflorimond this Morning
To take off from her Wrongs does Marrie her;
The holy Priest is Ready, and the King
With all Solemnityes does honour 'em.
Hence Spring our Hopes. Thou knowest, on ffestiualls
It is the Use to Pardon Malefactors;
The Coulor's good! And then Remember, Loue,
My Brother gaue his Signet from his hand
When hee Deny'd my Suite. With it I'ue Seal'd
A Warrant forg'd for thy Deliuery;
Thou mayst in a Disguise gett into Italy,
And I this night will follow.

Pho.
O my Soule!

Kisseth him.
Ant.
Be Wise and Let mee stopp thy Mouth. the Iailor
Does make noe Scruple on't.

Phoc.
Where shall I fly?

Ant.
To Italy, I say.

Whisper
Pho.
—Captaine, th'art ffaithfull—Hearke thee.

Capt.
I warrant your Lodp p.

Pho.
The Tyme ffauours us.

Cap.
You shall See I'le Worke.

Ant.
I must Attend the Nuptialls. Sweet Phocillus
Linger not here about thy Ruine still.

Pho.
I goe; But Leaue my Heart
For you to bring along.—The King's a shadow—