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Scena. XI.

Enter Livebyhope persued by Audax and Irato They speed him and pass along.
Liv.
Help Amorous, help.—O—it comes too late.

Am.
Ignoble Swords, and bloody butcherers!
Who would believe that two such Hercules
Should joyn against a single Hylas thus.
It was not manly.—Morphe—O my life!
(Mor. Sownes.
This hideous sight hath struck her gentle spirits
With frighted numnesse. Water, spirits, help.—
Enter Mus. and out again
Out-strip the wind, fly for a Physitian.—
I'le rub her Temples, rouze her by the name
Which she best knows: Morphe.

Liv.
O!

Am.
Life there appears;
Is there none here? how should I save them both?


Help there, 'tis but a Sowne. I feele some breath.
I'le bear her hence.—O that my armes might clasp
(Ex. Am
Her living thus, and willing.—