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Scen. 9.
Enter foure Satyrs.1 Sat.
See those commands that I impos'd be strictly
Kept, and least so much as but a noyse of their
Complaint be heard, be sure you binde, and gagg
Them both; why stay you thus? be quick, and not
Lesse mercifull then poysoned Arrows from
A Tartars bow.
Omnes.
We suddenly obey.
Exeunt.
1 Sat.
Its fit. Now will I glut my selfe, and in
A full revenge tickle my spleen; O twill be
Brave sport to winde these aged sirs in such
A labyrinth, as their industrious care
Shall more infold them in, then set them free.
But see I talk, not execute; Delay
Brings danger with't, and oft designes betray.
Exit.
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