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Scen. 5.
Pam.VVhere is the villaine has vndone me?
Dau.
I
Am a plaine castaway.
Pam.
But I confesse
Tis iustly fall'n vpon me; since I am
So idle, vaine, and inconsiderate:
Ought I to trust my whole state to a slaue;
A prating slaue? I haue my follies hire:
But vnreueng'd he nere shall scape with it.
Dau.
Ile nere doubt tempest, if I scape this storme.
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But now what answer shall I make my father?
Shall I denie to marrie, who but now
Consented to it? with what impudence
May I dare doe it? neither with my selfe
Know I what course to take.
Dau.
Troth nor I, neither:
But I am canuassing my braines about it.
Ile tell him Ile forthwith finde out some meanes
A little to put off his threatned vengeance.
Pam.
Oh—
Dau.
I'm spide.
Pam.
Oh, you sir, honest fellow
Come neerer, what saist to me? doe you see now
How I am puzled through your goodly counsell?
Dau.
Ile presently make all cleare.
Pam.
Thou make cleare?
Dau.
Pamphilus indeede I will
Pam.
I, as erewhile.
Dau.
Nay, I hope better
Pam.
Trust thee pillorie?
Or thou make good a case perplexed, lost?
See what a suresby I haue trusted too;
Who from a quiet state I late stood in,
This day hast thrust me on a mariage:
Did I not tell thee it would thus fall out?
Dau.
You did.
Pam.
What hast then deserued?
Dau.
Hanging.
A little yet let me collect my selfe.
Ile streight finde out some helpe.
Pam.
Oh me accurst:
Why want I time to plague thee as I would?
This scarce will serue my danger to preuent,
Permits me not pursue thy punishment.
Exeunt Pamphilus and Dauus.
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