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Phallax alone.
Phal.
I maruell much what worketh so my Lord Promos vnrest,
He fares as if a thousand Deuils, were gnawing in his brest:
There is sure some worme of griefe, that doth his conscience nip,
For since Andrugio lost his head, he hath hung downe the lippe.
And truth to say, his fault is such as well may greue his mynd,
The Deuill himselfe could not haue vsde, a practise more vnkind.
This is once, I loue a woman, for my life, as well as he,
But (fayre dames) with her that loues mee, I deale well with, trust mee.
Well, leaue I now my Lord Promos, his owne deedes to aunswere,
Lamia I know lookes, and double lookes, when I come to supper:
I thought as much: see, to seeke mee, heare coms her Aple squier.