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Rousillon. The COUNT's palace.
[Enter COUNTESS and Steward]
COUNTESS
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Alas!| And would | you take | the letter | of
her:
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Might^you | not^know | she would | do*, as she /
has done,
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By send|ing me | a letter.| Read it | again.
STEWARD
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I am / Saint Jaqu|es' pil|grim, thith|er gone:
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Ambit|ious love | hath so | in me | offended,
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That bare|foot plod | I the | cold ground upon
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With saint|ed vow | my faults | to have a|mended.
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Write, write, that | from the blood|y course | of
war,
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My dear|est mast|er your / dear son,| may hie,
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Bless him | at home | in peace.| Whilst^I | from
far,
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His name | with zeal|ous ferv|or sanc|tify:
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His tak|en lab|ors bid | him me | forgive:
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I his | despite|ful Ju|no sent | him forth,
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From court|ly friends,| with camp|ing foes | to
live,
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Where* death | and dang|er dogs | the heels | of
worth.
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He is / too good | and fair | for death,| and me,
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Whom I | myself | embrace,| to set | him free.
COUNTESS
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Ah what sharp stings | are in | her mild|est
words?
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Rinal|do, you did / never lack | advice | so
much,
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As let|ting her / pass so:| had I | spoke with
her,
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I could | have well | diver|ted her | intents,
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Which thus | she hath | prevent|ed.
STEWARD
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Pardon | me madam,
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If I | had given | you this | at ov|ernight,
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She might | have been | oretane:| and yet | she
writes
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Pursuit | would be | but vain.
COUNTESS
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What ang/el shall
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Bless this un|worthy | husband,| he can|not
thrive,
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Unless | her prayers,| whom heaven | delights |
to hear
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And loves | to grant,| reprieve | him from | the
wrath
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Of great|est just|ice.| Write,| write Rin|aldo,
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To this | unworth|y hus|band of | his wife,
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Let eve|ry word | weigh heav/y of | her worth,
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That he | does weigh | too* light:| my great|est
grief,
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Though little | he do | feel it, set down |
sharply.
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Dispatch | the most | conven|ient mes|senger,
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When hap|ly he | shall hear | that she | is gone,
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He will | return,| and hope | I may | that she
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Hearing | so much,| will speed | her foot |
again,
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Led hith/er by | pure love: which | of them both
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Is dear|est to | me, I | have no skill | in sense
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To make dis|tinction:| provide | this mes|senger:
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My heart | is heav|y, and | mine age | is weak,
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Grief would | have tears,| and sor|row bids | me
speak.
[Exeunt]