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Scen. 5.
Enter Lariscus, Castarina.Lar.
They're gone again, and we may take this walk
Without the fear of spies; but you delay
To satisfie my urgings with discourse
Of that must be remov'd, before my wishes
Can meet their happinesse.
Cast.
The memory
Of banisht Paromet my Father wounds
Each thought I vary. If your Unkles power
Could make his doom reverst—
Lar.
If we might own
The knowledge where he is.
Cast.
Yet he hath being,
For else some vision would have taught my dreams,
Both how, and where he dy'd, till he's restor'd,
My vows have seal'd my resolution
To live a Maid, and not till then Lariscus
Must hope for Castarina. So adieu.
Exit.
Lar.
You have pronounc'd my sentence worse then death,
My torments will be lingring. Paromet,
If living, is not to be found, if dead,
All my desires must lose their ends. But stay,
Jealousie prompts me to suspect she mocks me:
I'le to the Oracle, my doubts shall be
Quickly resolv'd from its Divinity.
Exit.
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