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Scena 6a:

runnes at him, Lyc. flees. Phocillus pursues him in and out. Antiope at the Hanging entring in hast to see what is the matter runnes upon Phoc: Sword who is in Pursuite of ye King.
Antiope. Phocillus.
Ant.
O what hast thou Done?

Pho.
Mischeife enough, I doubt.
How Camest thou hither?

Ant.
O I am Heuy. Let mee Leaue a Kisse
Behind mee; Thou hast done mee a great Kindnesse.

Pho.
Doe not teach th'Ayre these sadd sounds. Thou Canst n[OMITTED]
Leaue the World soe soone. Looke up a Little.

An.
Thou art much too Blame; But I forgiue thee;
Welcome Sweet Sleepe. Adue.

Pho.
O let my Sighes
Breake day from thy fayre Eyes. Antiope!
One, one Word more; although it be a Curse

Ant.
Oh!

Pho.
Fate, Commets, Hell,
Night, and what's horrid, tremble at my Deed,
Till you shake Nature, and ffright up the Sea
Into the Eyes of Heauen to Lend em Teares.
O my Dead Loue, thou didst Deserue much Better
But who Can Blott Decrees out?—There Agen?
Shot like a Ruine; doest thou Come to moue
Upon this Denne of Horrours.