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Sce. 2.
To him Praxaspes, Masistes.Prax.
He weares a serious looke still; we may hope
As soon to calme a Tempest with a song,
As soften him.
Mas.
Beasts and hard Rockes have both
Been mov'd, and by his Country-man. Let's try.
That we may some way, Sir, expresse our service
Unto you, with intent you may not feele
Bare honour only without the delights,
We have provided you a taste, of our
Crat.
That's an innocent pleasure;
Sphears make it, and Gods heare it.
Prax.
Boy come in.
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