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Enter MartiallMa
Iaspero, fast, sonne, boy, dull sleepe hath ceasd him
wt h his strong charmes, had hee bin still in loue
passions, ffeares, cares, comixt wt h deepe dispayre
would haue disturb'd him wt h halfe waking dream[OMITTED]
and not haue suffer'd this deepe soundenes, this I know
since I was first a louer, Iaspero, Iaspero, Ile see
how sweetly hee becomes his rest, then leaue him
to his rest, ha whattes here, a bed new tost, and
nought but empty sheetes, what may this meane
I see him roosted safe, fast lock't into his lodging
what may this meane, I suspect some treason
twixt him and the princesse, wc h if I find,
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and see if craft their cuning betray
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