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Enter Cleobulus and Bracheus.Cleob.
It will rejoyce my Sonne Philaritus
To finde such comfort in my Letter, which
Speaks all my anger off, and full consent
That he should Marry beautious Arismena.
Brac.
You writ that I was willing too.
Cleob.
I did.
Good Bracheus now my friend, I did consider
The errors of my passions, and with much
Contention in my selfe at last resolv'd
This way to merit pardon, you by this
Have had a tryall of my Sonnes affection
To your faire daughter.
Brac.
Sir you shall command
What is in Bracheus power, I had a passion
And old mans anger too, which your good nature
Already hath forgiven.
Cleob.
You are perfect
In what we have design'd, to perfect all
Our joyes, and make a faire contentment swell
In every bosome, stormes cannot last alwayes,
The blackest night must have a day succeed it,
And pleasures have enlargement in our heart
When we have suffered paine: I wonder that
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Brac.
Here 's your servant.
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