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Scen. 15.

Grac.

Oh the horrid place, and tortures I have both seen and
felt, are you their Master? Doth any of you desire to see Hell
before you go thither.

Cleob.

The fellow's mad and thinks there's no other place but
that.

Grac.

If you doe? come but with me and I will shew a
place—such a place as goes beyond the fire spitting Mountaine
and has worse tortures in't by halfe then the gnawing Vulture,
Ixions wheel, or whatsoever else the lying Poets doe imagine.
O Master! had you but some little grudgings of what I
have indur'd you wo'd—I, that you wo'd run mad, wilde,
nay—allmost try the certainty of eternity, rather then have
your bones thus unjoynted in your skin.

Brac.

Ah, Ah, Ah, you're rightly serv'd for betraying your
Mistresse.

Grac.

The Devil! how came you to the knowledge of that?

Sat.

Why I told 'em.

Grac.

Oh free me from a Furie, a Devil.

Offers to run away.
Sat.

Neither you see.

Discovers himselfe.
Grac.

Exil'd Paromet, had I known this I wo'd—

Sat.

What?

Grac.

Why—

Sat.

Nay out with't.

Grac.

Have told Castarina to've bin freed by my discovery.

Sat.

Oh!

Brac.

Well sirrah go and be glad you have scapt thus.

Grac.

And so I will, for I well deserve to 'ave lost an Arme, or
something else that's dearer to me, for betraying a Virgin. Oh
my bones.

Exit.
Cleob.
The night begins to wast, come therefore on
I long till Mariage Rites have made these Lovers one.

Sat.
Lead on, and may the Gods come short of those
Delights these happy paires may finde.

Phil.

Exeunt.