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Scæn. 5.

Enter Clarimont, Fidelio, Young Florelio.
Clar.
—Then with a pause fill'd up with sighs,
Ask him how strong his Guards are; but above all,
Be sure t'apply inflaming Corrosives,
Scrue up his anger to the height,
And make his fears be double:
Officious friends and mediation
May else prove remedies.

Fid.
Enough; If we do fail to act
Our parts to th' life in's tragedy,
May all those horrors that do threaten him
Fall upon us, Farewell.

Exeunt.
Clar.
So, my revenge flies high:
The Vilain first shall kill his Father,
And while his hands are hot ith' blood,
This sword shall pierce him.
—Murdered he shall sink quick to hell,
I will not give him leave t'unload himself
Of one poor single sin of thought:
But lest he should wake out
Of's great security, and shun his fate,
I will rock him on—
Mischiefs are like the Cockatrices eye,
If they see first, they kill; if seen, they dye.

Exit.