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SCEN. XI.

Techmessa, Pamphilus, Evadne.
Tech.
I can endure no longer,—Gentle sister.

Evad.
I cannot blame your jealousie: for I finde—

Tech.
Too much of sweetnesse in his amorous lips.
There is no tie in nature, faith in bloud
Is but a thing that should be. Brothers, sisters,
Fathers, and mothers are but specious names
Of love and dutie: you and I have been
But guests in the same wombe, that at first meeting
Change kinde and friendly language, and next morning
Fall out before they part, or at least ride
Contrary rodes.

Evad.
Will you then misconster
The service I perform'd at your request?

Tech.
Henceforth I'le set the Kite to keep my chickens,
And make the Wolf my shepheard.