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Scena VII.
Enter Audax, Desperato, Irato with Swords: the first bearing a Torch.Au.
This Torch must out, or some must blind their eyes;
And look not all at once, least all be struck.
The Chamber's here.
Desp.
Come set your Points
And Postures right; stand sure.
Pru.
Why should not I
Step in, and daunt them?
Int.
Tis not safe to tempt
United Impudence too far: withdraw.
Pru.
When Folly's ripe, Ile to my Diligence.
Int.
And I to serve you with Intelligence.
I'le guide you to some Cloyster.
Ir.
Now: there's the Nest.
(Ex. Pru. & Int.
Desp.
But what? the Eagle's flowne.
Ir.
Damn'd Trechery!
Treason amongst us Traytors!
Desp.
Lesse Resolution
Then mine had serv'd this Task.
Au.
How'ere my Lads,
(Brings forth the Crown.
Our Labour is not lost. Here's what we seek for.
Thus when the Beaver smells the Hunters aime,
He throwes away the price of his escape.
Au.
Now shall I offer what affront I please.
Ir.
Ile stab with honour at what word mislikes me.
Desp.
No Peace shall stand unlesse our pleasure make it.
Au.
Fancie, we come. Stay, hark, stand, hark. This sound
Musick, begins softly.
The Sirens make, 'cause
Fancie shall be crown'd.
(Ex. Omnes.
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