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SCENA TERTIA.
Nerina.Alas my Hylas, my beloved soule,
Durst she, whom thou hast call'd cruell Nerina,
But speake her thoughts, thou wouldst not thinke her so,
That law which Nature hath writ in my heart,
Taught me to love thee, Hylas, and obey
My father too; who saies I must not love thee?
Oh disproportiond love and duty, how
Do you distract me? if I love my choise,
I must be disobedient; if obedient
I must be linkt to one I cannot love.
Then either love give me my libertie,
Or nature from my duty set me free.
Exit.
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