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Enter Sebastian.Antonio's gon and with him fled my fears,
There is not now a corner of my heart
Which pale dispair doth fill, J'me swolne with joy,
And now dare venter unto any witch
Secure and confident of good successe.
To feare, where to account the Gods as blind,
And rash disposers of their greatest guifts,
To joine the likest pattern to themselues,
And natures cunningst piece to such a thing
But for his shape you'd take to be a fool;
No, they haue got clowds and empty vapours
To cozen and delude the embraces
Of such Jxions; and for the other
T'were madnesse to imagine that now
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Heav'n should prepare such an unseasonable
And unbeseeming Remora as a wife
Whome our most lusty dayes can but content
And for whose sake we wish perpetuall youth,
And fear to grow old men; no, the Gods are wise
And giue more ear unto his childrens prayers.
Who then can challeng Cœlia but my self?
J fear no witchcraft; he securely fights
Who striues against desertless opposites.
Exit.
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