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SCEN. IX.
Dypsas, Tyndarus, Evadne, Pamphilus, Techmessa.Dyps.
Where shall I flie to hide me from my guilt?
It follows me, like those that run away
From their own shadows: that which I would shun
I beare about me.—Whom shall I appease?
The living, or the dead? for I have injur'd
Both you, and them.—O Tyndarus, here I kneel,
And do confesse my self thy cruel murdresse;
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But how shall I make satisfaction,
That have but one poore life, and have lost two?
Oh Pamphilus! my malice ruin'd thee,
But most Evadne: for at her I aim'd,
Because she is no issue of my wombe,
But trusted by her father to my care.
Her have I followed with a stepdames hate,
As envious that her beauty should eclipse
My daughters honour.—But the gods in justice
Have ta'ne her hence to punish me.—My sinnes
March up in troops against me.—But this potion
Shall purge out life and them.
Tyn.
Be not too rash:
I will revive Techmessa.
Dyps.
O sweet daughter!
Pam.
Thou hast reviv'd two lives at once.
Evad.
But I
Still live a widowed virgin.
Tyn.
No, Evadne,
Receive me new created, of a clay
Purg'd from all dregs; my thoughts do all run cleare.
Take hence those coffins. I will have them born
Trophies before me, when we come to tie
The nuptiall knot: for death has brought us life.
Suspicion made us confident, and weak jealousie
Hath added strength to our resolved love.
Cupid hath run his maze, this was his day:
But the next part Hymen intends to play.
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