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Scene 1.
Ioylesse: with a light in his hand.Ioy.
Diana! ho! where are you? she is lost.
Here is no further passage. All's made fast.
This was the Bawdy way, by which she scap'd
My narrow watching. Have you privy posternes
Behind the hangings in your strangers Chambers?
She's lost from me, for ever. Why then seek I?
O my dull eyes, to let her slip so from yee,
To let her have her lustfull will upon me!
Is this the Hospitality of Lords?
Why, rather, if he did intend my shame,
And her dishonour, did he not betray me
From her out of his house, to travaile in
The bare suspition of their filthinesse;
But hold me a nose-witnesse to its ranknesse?
No: This is sure the Lordlier way; and makes
The act more glorious in my sufferings. O—
May my hot curses on their melting pleasures,
Cement them so together in their lust,
That they may never part, but grow one monster.
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