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Scena Quarta.

Molosso, Sango above, Jmperiale below.
Mol.
Sir, here are they
Meane to make good this Fort in spite of you,
And all your Engineers.

Imp.
What's thy intent?
Thou know'st how farre I trust thee deare Molosso.

Mol.
It is not your untimely trust or favour
(That is to me but sun-shine after shipwrack)
Can satisfie your former injuries:
I would have spent an age in base observance,
Onely to gaine this day, this happy houre
That shall produce what no time shall forget.

Imp.
I owe my life to thee and ever shall
Make that acknowledgement, then doe not thou
Destroy thine owne great merit.

Mol.
Think not fond man,
I sav'd thy life for any love of thee,
But to reserve thee for a greater plague.

Jmp.
O my deare wife and daughter, where are they?

Mol.
Both yet alive, the mischief's done already,
But not the vengeance, thou shalt that behold,
Till then there's nothing can be call'd revenge:
Goe bring u'm Sango, thou hast had thy fill

San.
Of Nectar, sweeter far than that of Iove.