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Scena III.

Enter Malevolo.
Desp.
—Now Malevolo.



Mal.
To hate was still my hony. But this gall
Of being hated totally of all,
I cannot bear: for now I cannot hurt,
Having no Credit. Give me from thy store
A dram of Poyson. I have been thy friend,
Let it be strong.

Desp.
First shake hands you must
With all the Passions, or at least make shew
Of formal reconcilement: stay a while,
My Guests and Cheer are coming.—