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Scen. 3.
Mys.That no one holdeth any thing in certaine?
Your helpe good Gods! I thought this Pamphilus
Had bin my Mistresses firme, chiefest good;
Tooke him to be her friend, her louer, husband;
Ready at all essaies to stand to her:
And yet what griefe sustaines she now through him?
Hence sure more ill she reapes then good from him.
But here comes Dauus.
Enter Dauus.
What's that prithee friend? the childe?
Whither doost beare it?
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