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Scen. 7.
Lar.Oh cruell Castarina!
Is this th'reward of all my loving service?
This sight afflicts me, is Philaritus
My rivall? and by destiny appointed
The barr to all my hopes, If I mistake not
Report speaks his devotion directed
Only to Arismena, She's here too
A witnesse of his falshood. How do you
Affect their Actions Arismena?
Aris.
You.
Are not too much delighted I imagine,
They are both false, Oh for revenge! I'le do't
Why should we be so tame? Philaritus
Is perjur'd.
Lar.
Castarina is too cruell.
Aris.
Be rul'd by me and punish 'em.
Lar.
They observe us.
Aris.
It shall but vex their Eyes, Let us seeme loving.
Phil.
Lariscus and Arismena they embrace.
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And so let us.
Phil.
By Jove, playes with his hayre,
He kisses her, was I thus scorn'd for him
I am not well
Arismena and Lariscus pass by hand embracing
Good Castarina leave me.
Exeunt.
Cast.
Not well, defend good Heaven! where is your paine?
Phil.
Here at my heart.
Cast.
At your heart.
Phil.
Nay then I shall finde you will be another
Disease to me, pray have me.
Cast.
How's this poor Castarina.
Exit.
Phil.
Me thinks all this might have an easie cure
A little blood dram'd from the heart would doe it
And then I am reveng'd, no I am then
A greater triumph to her pride, no woman
Is worth our smallest part of life, and man
Betrayes a Cowardize for a wantons scorn
To practise wounds upon himselfe; yet I
Must not be altogether tame and suffer
There is a subject fit for my revenge
Lariscus must not long enjoy his breath
Or I must sacrifice my selfe to death.
Exit.
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