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SCEN. XII.
Evadne, Techmessa, Pamphilus, Tyndarus.Tyn.
Pamphilus, how is't?
Pam.
I know not how to answer thee.
She met me with more courtship then I tender'd.
Tech.
Sir we are both abus'd, and the same wombe
That gave us life was fruitfull to our ruine.
Your traitour weares the mask call'd Brother: mine
As cunning a disguise, the name of Sister.
These eyes are witnesse that descried 'um kissing
Closer then cockles, and in lustfull twines
Outbid the ivy, or the circling arms
Of winding vines. Their hot embraces met
So neare, and folded in so close a knot,
As if they would incorporate, and grow one.
Tyn.
Then farewell all respect of bloud and friendship,
I do pronounce thee stranger. If there can be
Valour in treachery, put thy trust in steel
As I do, not in brothers.—Draw, or die.
Pam.
Brother.
Tyn.
I hate the name, it is a word
Whets my just anger to a sharper edge.
Pam.
Heare me.
Tyn.
I will no pleading but the sword.
Wert thou protected by Apollo's temple,
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Religion should not binde me from thy death.
Couldst thou retreat into my mothers wombe,
There my revenge should finde thee. I am sudden,
And talk is tedious.
Pam.
Beare me witnesse heaven,
This action is unwilling.
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