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Scena Prima.

Evagrio, Iustiniano.
Eva.
Beleeve it sir, h'as all the signes of phrensie,
His inflam'd bloud boyles in his swelling veynes,
His eyes appeare like fire, his colour changes,
He grates his teeth, and falters in his speech;
Sometimes he folds his armes, and deeply sighes,
Then strikes his angry foot against the ground.

Iust.
Doth he continue in such violence
As at the first?

Eva.
Yes sir, by fits; sometimes
A stupid silence seizeth him, and then
He breaks againe into his former rage.

Iust.
These are, I must confesse, the noted symptomes
Of a hurt fancy; he's of a high spirit
Apt to resent a wrong (if it could be)
From fate it selfe; but, where he takes, a friend,
On whom a man may build, as on a rocke.

Eva.
True sir, his rising passions at your name,
Like a tumultuous multitude, at sight
Of a grave Iudge, were for the time appeas'd;
See where he comes, I pray observe, he vents
His passions often in poeticke rage.