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Scena Quinta.
Molosso, Jmperiale.Mol.
Now you may see, sir, you were not abus'd
In our discovery, and I hope you finde
My undertakings and your trust made good;
Imp.
The Sunne at noone is not more cleerely seene;
But may it not breed a suspition
That he was clad like me?
Mol.
Why sir you know
That it is now the time of Carnivall,
When every man takes what disguise he pleases.
Imp.
But I much wonder how he was perswaded
To put himselfe so soone into my habit.
Mol.
I brought him to a strong beliefe, that he
By that device and my assistance should
Convey away your daughter.
Imp.
I intended
The Father should be punish't, not the sonne.
Mol.
By this your vengeance is more exquisite;
Make your account that with the son y'have thrust
The father through, who having found himselfe
Ore-reach't by you, or by his owne just fate,
In such a counterplot must needs at length
In the meane time his life is worse then death.
Jmp.
True, true, death is the end of misery:
To die's not wretched, but to live wretchedly,
Vengeance is meere compassion when we kill,
I feele a joy beyond expression;
There is no pleasure like to sweete revenge;
But I desire things should be carried so
That I be still reputed innocent.
Mol.
That's my sole care, the Brave in th'act was taken,
And by commandment of the present Iudge,
Is brought already to receive his tryall.
Imp.
Thou shalt do well to harken a loofe off,
I'le take no notice but in generall,
And will proceed in our intended mirth.
Mol.
By all meanes sir.
Imp.
We must at this time shun
Vnusuall privacie; keepe thou thy distance,
But know, that both my life and fortunes are
Most willingly committed to thy care.
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