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Scæna Secunda.
Enter Floriz.Flo.
Still blow'st thou there? and from all other parts,
Do all my Agents sleepe? that nothing comes?
Ther's a conspiracy of windes, and servants:
If not of Elements, to ha' me breake;
What should I thinke unlesse the Seas, and Sandes
Had swallow'd up my ships? or fire had spoyl'd
My ware-house? or death devour'd my Facto
I must ha' had some returnes;
Enter Merchants.
1. Mer.
'Saue you Sir.
Flo.
'Save you.
1. Mer.
No newes, yet 'o your Ships?
Flo.
Not any yet Sir.
1. Mer.
'Tis strange.
Flo.
'Tis true Sir: what a voyce was here now?
This was one passing bell, a thousand ravens
Sung in that man now, to presage my ruines.
2. Mer.
Goswin, good day, these winds, are very constant.
Flo.
They are so Sir; to hurt—
2. Mer.
Ha? you had no letters,
Lately from England, nor from Denmark?
Flo.
Neither.
2. Mer.
This winde brings them; nor no newes over land,
Through Spaine, from the Straights?
Flo.
Not any.
2. Mer.
I am sorry Sir.
Flo.
They talke me downe: and as 'tis said, of Vultures
They sent a feild fought, and do smell the carkasses
By many hundred miles: So do these, my wracks
At greater distances: why thy will heaven
Come on, and be: yet if thou please, preserve me;
But in my owne adventure, here at home,
Of my chast love, to keep me worthy of her,
It shall be put in scale against all ill fortunes:
I am not broken yet: nor should I fall,
Me thinkes with lesse then that, that ruines all.
Exit
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