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Scen. 8.

Enter Lariscus with a paper in his hand.
Lar.
'Tis more then I expected, for I meant
To take revenge on thee Philaritus.
Lariscus.

The injury done me by thy ambition and courtship of
Arismena is no way to be pardoned, if thou hast any spirit meet
me at Apollo's Oake this afternoone, where I will either punish
thy insolence, or with my owne blood write my selfe Arismena's
sacrifice. Philaritus.

Had I not known the faire Castarina.
Or thy accomplsh't vertues, this had bin
A cause sufficient to enflame my blood
But as thou art the subject of my thoughts
This will encrease my zealous flame, and whil'st
Philaritus thinks Arismena steels
My poynt, tis thou adds vigour to my arme
Faire Castarina's written here and in
Each wound I make sweet Castarina shall
Be read. Yet stay! Coole thy strong passions harte
Let not fond Love be blinde, use reason ere
Thou fight'st and weigh what in a woman can
Deserve a wound. Why Castarina's faire,
And seems to have a Soul above her Sex
That may enflame my heart. Oh no! She may
But seem a glorious Star, and then in what
A case is poor Lariscus in when he
Shall wound Philaritus and finde his Love
Beneath his thoughts 'twould be a Corrasive
Beyond a Cure, and does already make
Me hinge like to a doubtfull needle drawn
Betwixt two Loadstones, which at once inclines
To both and neither; Yet vanish all such thoughts
They are most false be then reveng'd Lariscus
And meet the fury of thy enemies speare
Whose flatteries have destroy'd thy hope in feare,
Now cruell Castarina if I dye
There is an end of Lovers miserie.

Exit drawing the Challenge.