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SCENA 5.
Daphnis, to him Dorinda.
He will not now be found the Traitor: but
Where e're he be, nor heaven, nor hell shall save him
From my revenge. To take away the life
Of that sweet innocent, without whose sight
He knew I could not live, and to do this
Under the name of freindship: O you Gods,
What age can parallell so great a mischeife?
This is his Magicke glasse, which had the vertue
To make her mine, but sent her to the Gods.
Blest soule, I will revenge thy death, and then
Ile follow thee my selfe.
Do.
Daphnis, my love,
Da.
Now love deliver me;
And must you come to trouble me? Be gon;
I cannot stay to heare thy tedious follies.
Do.
Were all your vowes then made but to abuse me?
Are there not paines to punish perjur'd men?
And will they not ore'take you?
Da.
'Las poore foole,
The Gods doe laugh at such slight perjuries
As come from lovers.
Do.
Yet it was no conquest
To deceive one that would be credulous,
A simple maide that lov'd you.
Da.
Then I see
There is no end of womens reasoning;
Or else this might suffice thee, that I cannot
No nor I will not love thee.
Do.
Never?
Da.
Never.
Do.
Goe cruell man, and if the God of love
Will heare my prayers, thou in thy love shalt thrive,
As I in mine: that when thou art forlorne,
Thou maist remember her thou now doest scorne.
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