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SCENE IV.

Enter SIMIA the Counterfeit, with PHŒNICIUM.
Sim.
Weep not, Phœnicium! you don't know as yet
How stands the affair; but you shall know at supper.
I do not bear you to that gag-tooth'd fellow
The Macedonian captain, who occasions
These tears of yours—I lead you to the man
Whom you most wish to be with—I'll take care
You shall e'er long embrace your Calidorus—

Pseu.
Why did you stay so long within? my heart
Was ready to beat through my breast the while.

Sim.
A plague upon your questions, you waylay me,
When we should gain a march upon the enemy.

Pseu.
Well, well, for once we'll take a knave's advice—
Let us be gone strait to our bowl of triumph.

[Exeunt.