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Scen. 2.

Narete, Cloris.
Nar.
Directly forward Sir: Though to such beasts
Such barbarous beasts as thou, the better way
Were that which leads unto the horrid den,
Of an accursed death. I did beleeve
I should come short of finding Celia here,
But it imports not much, since she was left
In so good hands, and now my care must be
Imployed here. Come on good daughter, come.

Clo.
Courteous Narete let me now return
Alone unto my wonted solitude.

Nar.
No, no, thy grief is such I will not trust
Thy life in thine own hands: Ile see to that,
High heaven for thy safety more then hers,
Guided my steps to seek for wholsom hearbs,
There where I found thee dying in despair.

Clo.
What a strange pitty's this, Narete, know
I am already dead, nor have I left
Or heart, or soul, and whilst thou dost deny
Me leave to dye, thou onely dost restrain
This body from a tomb, not me from death,
And canst thou take delight then thus to drag
About the fields unburied carkasses?

Nar.
Thou shalt not have thy will, unless at least
Thou tell me first the cause of thy despair.

Clo.
See where he comes, ah me!

Nar.
Who comes? why dost thou hide thy self?