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SCENA SEXTA.

The Duke, Valerio, Fabritio, Iacinta, Guards.
Duke.
Doe that which I commaunded.

Valerio knocks, at the dore of Climenes house.
Fabritio.
Tis the Duke.
Rage overcomes my reason.

Duke.
What aversenes
Soe'r Climene hath unto my flame
Some little hope yet flattereth my soule,
I've gain'd her woman; who hath promised
This night to bring me ptivatelie into
Her chamber, the dore openeth, Iacinta!

Iacinta comming from Climene.
Iacinta.
Yes everie thing succeedeth to your wish,
My Mistresse is deceiv'd and takes you for
Fabritio, she commanded me to open
Without delay, her order doth excuse me
In letting you to enter, lose no time;
But I heare her descend, speake not a word,
Without doubt, she'll mistake her selfe.

Duke.
We will
Be cleer'd therein, let us approach a little.