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Scena. 2.

Andrugio in prison, Cassandra.
An.
My good Syster Cassandra?

Cass.
Who calleth Cassandra?

An.
Thy wofull brother Andrugio.

Cas.
Andrugio, O dismall day, what greefes, doe mee assayle?
Condempned wretch to see thee here, fast fettered now in Iayle,
How haps thy wits were witched so, yt knowing death was meede
Thou wouldest commit (to slay vs both) this vile laciuious deede.

An.
O good Cassandra, leaue to check, and chide me thraule therfore
If late repentaunce, wrought me helpe I would doe so no more.
But out alas, I wretch, too late, doe sorrowe my amys,
Unles Lord Promos graunt me grace: in vayne is hadywist,
Wherfore sweete sister, whylst in hope, my dāpned lyfe yet were,
Assaulte his hart, in my behalfe, with battering tyre of teares.
If thou by sute doest saue my lyfe, it both our ioyes will be,
If not it may suffice thou soughst, to set thy brother free:
Wherefore speede to proroge my dayes, to morrowe else I dye.

Cas.
I wyll not fayle to pleade and praye, to purchase the mercye,
Farewell awhyle, God graunte mee well to speede.

An.
Syster adew, tyl thy returne, I lyue, twene, hope, and dreede.

Cas.
Oh happy tyme, soe where Lord Promos coms?
Now tongue addresse thy selfe, my minde to wray.
And yet least haste worke waste, I hold it best,
In couert, for some aduauntage, to stay.