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II. iv
Enter duke & fideliofide
how dead in prison.
Duke
dead fidelio things of theire nature like vipers brood
kill their owne parents: but hauing sett the Court
in some good order my next busines
ys thus disguisd to ouerlooke the Camp
for a rude army like a plott of grownnd
left to yt selfe growes to a wildernes
peepled wt h wolues & tigers should not the prince
like to a Carefull gardner see yt fenct
waterd & weeded wt h Iuditious Care
that hee i the time of pruning nether spare
weeds for faire looks, and painted brauery, nor
Cut downe good hearbs and seruiceable [f[illeg.]] for
theire humble growth the violet that ys borne
vnder a hedg outsmells the blossomd thorne
that dwells fare higher.
fide
y'are full of good nes & haue layd out
much in prouision for the whole state
Duke
my place: I am ouerseer
and bound to seet prouided for by pattent
for as the sun when lesser plannets sleep
holds his Continued progresse on and keeps
a watchfull eye ouer the world, so kings
(when meaner subiects haue theire reuillings
and sports about them,) moue in a restles sphere
the publique safty ys theyr priuat Care
but now farwell the army once surveighd
expect mee here
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yor pleasure bee obaid
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