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SCEN. XIII.
Pamphilus, Tyndarus, Techmessa, Evadne, Chremylus, Dypsas.Chrem.
Put up for shame those rude unhallowed blades,
And let not rash opinion of a valour
Perswade you to be Parricides. Pray remember
You thirst but your own bloud. He that o'recomes
Loses the one half of himself.
Tynd.
Deare Chremylus,
The reverence to your age hath tied my hands:
But were my threed of life measur'd by his,
I'de cut it off, though we both fell together;
That my incensed soul might follow his,
And to eternity prosecute my revenge.
Pam.
Brother, at your intreaty I adventured
To court Evadne; and because I found her
Against my minde, too easie to my suit,
Your rage falls heavie on me.
Tech.
On my knees
I beg, deare father, cloyster me in darknesse,
Or send me to the desert to converse
With nothing but a wildernesse, or expose me
To the cold mercy of the winde and wave,
So you will free me from the company
Of a false sister.
Evad.
Sir, with much perswasion
She wrought on me to personate a love
To Pamphilus, to finde if I could stagger
The faith he vow'd to her. This have I done,
And this so much hath moved her.
Chrem.
Here you see
The fruits of rashnesse. Do you finde your errour?
But the foul spring from whence these bitter streams
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Dyp.
I will no more denie it, I have sown
Those seeds of doubt, wishing to see dissension
Ripe for the sickle—For what cause I now
Forbeare to speak—but henceforth I will strive
To cleare those jealousies, and conclude their loves
In a blest nuptiall.
Tyn.
O how frail is man!
One Sunny day the exhalation reares
Into a cloud: at night it falls in teares.
Exeunt.
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