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Scena. 3.

Ganio, Andrugios boye. Cassandra.
Ga.
Mistres Cassandra, my Master lōgs to heare of your good speed,

Cas.
Poore Ganio his death alas, fierce Fortune hath decreed:

Ga.
His death: God forbyd, all his hope should turne to such successe,
For Gods sake, go and comfort him, I sorrowe his distresse.

Cas.
I needes must go, although with heauy cheere.

Ga.
Sir, your syster Cassandra is here.

Exit.