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Scena, 9.

Cleander, Amynter, following.
Clea.
Wod I'd never imbarkt my self upon
this perillous sea, where 'tis dishonour to
go back, and assured ruine to go on;
to discover me now, every one wod laugh at me;
and to conceal me longer, I shud run
such desperat hazard, 'tis horror to think upon—
To marry so soon a second husband, e're
the funeral rites and obsequies of the first
are celebrate, no blacks, no mourning, my
memory like a shadow gone with my self;
her grief for me not half so durable
as other widdows watry colour'd ones,
which onely a tear or two can wash away;
is this her love of me? then farewel all
my love of her; 'tis sign the Prince and she
have liv'd before in close adultery,
and will do so agen unless she dye;
nor less h'ad known it formerly, cod he
finde the way now so readily to her bed;
since I am dead to her then, she shall be so to me;
and the hour of her marriage
shall be her hour of death;
these hands shall kill her, these eyes shall see her dead,
though this heart of mine burst at the sight of it,
mine honor's ingag'd, & I'm resolv'd.

Exiturus.
Am.
Now friend,
Enter Amynter.
whither away so fast?

Cle.
Pardon me, I have
no leasure to tell you now.

Exit.
Am.
There is some mystery in this haste of his,
and's great thoughts labour with some
mighty birth.—
On what a turbulent sea has his jealousie
embarkt him? and so embroil'd him as
without miracle he can never disimbroil himself agen;
and if this be the fate of marriage to be in hell,
of loathing, if their wives be foul;
and if fair, in purgatory of jealousie;
marry who's list for me.