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Scen. 11.
Enter four Satyrs with Javelins bringing in Cleobulus, Bracheus, Philaritus, and Lariscus bound.Cleob., Brac., Phil., Lar.
Unbinde us slaves.
2 Sat.
I, doe, pull your armes to peices, twill be a torture we
forgot to invent.
Phil.
That I could kill my selfe.
Lar.
Or any thing rather then die by their ignoble hands.
Brac.
Patience is our onely remedy.
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