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Scæn. 4.
Enter King Damocles.It is an ill wind that blows no man good;
Though the Thessalian lad have got the prize
In his possession, it shall not be long,
But I will have them both in mine, I have
Dispatch'd a letter to my Lords, to send
Me suddenly some servants to assist
Enter Menaphon.
My plot. Now Menaphon, what is the newes?
Men.
Great Sir, the messenger's return'd, and brought
The men you sent for, they are here at hand.
Kin.
'Tis well; direct them to the castle that
I told you of, and give them charge to seize
Upon the buzzard and his prey, and bring
Them both to me: mean-time go you, and find
Out Melecertus, that I may be sure
Of him, for he's my rival in my love.
Men.
My Liege, all shall be done to your desire.
Exit.
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Blest policie, thou far exceed'st dull strength,
That wanders in the dark of ignorance,
Wanting the eye of wisedome, both to guide,
And to defend it from approaching harms.
Thus art with ease doth move the pondrous load,
Which strength could never master, or remove.
The Foxes tail must piece the Lions skin.
Little Ulysses with his wit did more
Against the foe, than Ajax with his strength.
Exit
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