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Scæn. 9.
Enter Samela.Once more doth Fortune flatter me, with hopes
Of a contented life: now am I free
From jealous Menaphon's suspitions,
And without fear enjoy my wished love.
Enter Melecertus.
See where he comes, the picture drawn to th'life
Of my dead Maximus, my former joy.
Mel.
All hail unto the fairest Samela,
And to her happy flock: I envie them
She is their Mistris, I her servant am.
Long since my heart was hers, may she but please
To take that kindly, which I freely give.
Sam.
But, Melecertus, can I hope to find
You real unto me, whose worth I know
Cannot but be engag'd already to
Some more deserving creature than poor I.
Mel.
Lady, my services were never due
To any, but to one, which bond harsh death
Hath cancelled to make me yours alone.
Sam.
You call death harsh for freeing you from them,
And would you be in the like bonds again?
Mel.
Your heavenly likeness doth compel me to't
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Let me no longer therefore strive to win
That fort, I so much covet to be in.
Sam.
Then Melecertus take thy Samela.
Mel.
Oh happy word! oh happy fate! the gods
If they would change with me, should give me odds.
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