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Scena II.
Enter Sir Amorous.Am.
Black Desperato, did I lay two thrids
Upon thy spindle? hast thou cut them both,
Morphe's and mine?
Desp.
Why Sir, I mix'd your Philtre.
Am.
She lives not me to love nor to be lov'd.
Didst thou mix nothing else?
Desp.
You know sometimes
That Death and Cupid do mistake their shaftes:
Had I mix'd Poyson too and serv'd two humours,
Both mine and yours, it might be well digested.—
Am.
If I had not a dear request unto thee,
To give me of the same, I would exact
Thy life for hers, however it was spilt.
Desp.
If I had not design'd to kill some others
Out of meer kindnesse, thou shoulst try my skill
Of letting blood as well as giving physick.
But since I owe thee kindnesse out of hate,
Come to my Banquet, thou shalt have thy sawce.
There thou shalt meet thy friend Malevolo,
Who shar'd in this, and gave as much for Poyson
As you did for your Philtre. I dealt honestly,
And pleasur'd Both. Come, thou shalt have thy sawce.
Am.
Divel, I thank thee.—
(Ex. Am.
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