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SCEN. V.
PERPENNA.Perp.
VVas there no way to pass the Labyrinth?
No subtil Clue the mystic path to find?
You partial Gods, why Crown'd you with success?
Was it to add to th'Laurels which he wears?
Now, by the juster Pow'rs that war within,
And make a Tempest in my Soul, he dyes.
Not angry Dæmons, to subvert the World
To ancient Chaos, and inlarge their Rule,
Wrapt in the darkest Clouds too strong for light,
The ample Character of Hell's design:
Mine greater, more secure. Hypocrisie,
Thou smoothest Devil that can Gods beguile,
Rule in my brain; and dictate to my sense
Mischiefs, excelling Heav'n or Hell to forge.
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