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SCENE III.
Polydor to them, speaking to some within:Pol.
For the Prisoners now you may restore 'um to their liberties;
With prohibition only of wearing arms,
Death being their Rivall ther's no fear now
Of their farther Rivalship.
Phi.
O Polydor
Is this news true?
Pol.
Too true alas, unfortunate she the while,
Vnfortunate we, unfortunate all the Isle.
Phi.
Never gave Fate then a greater document,
If the fair Bellinda be to die,
No beauty's proof gainst death and calamitie—
But this comes of dissembling, and now I see
That Falshood and Dissembling are but twins,
And wher t'one ends, the other but begins.
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