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Florence. The Widow's house.
[Enter HELENA, Widow, and DIANA]
HELENA
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That you | may well | perceive | I have not |
wronged you,
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One of | the great|est in | the Chris|tian world
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Shall be | my sure|ty: for / whose throne |'tis
need||ful
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Ere I | can per/fect mine | intents,| to kneel.
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Time was, I | did him | a desired | office
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Dear^al|most as | his life,| which^grat|itude
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Through* flint|y Tar|tar's bos|om would / peep
forth,
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And ans|wer thanks.| I du|ly am | informed,
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His grace | is at | Marseilles,| to which place
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We have con|venient | convoy: You | must know
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I am | supposed | dead, the | army | breaking,
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My hus|band hies | him home,| where heaven |
aiding,
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And by | the leave | of my / good lord | the
king,
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We'll be | before | our wel|come.
WIDOW
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Gentle | madam,
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You nev|er had | a serv|ant to / whose trust
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Your bus|iness was more | welcome.
HELENA
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Nor your | mistress
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Ever a | friend, whose | thoughts more*| truly |
labor
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To rec|ompense | your love:| doubt^not |
but^heaven
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Hath brought | me up | to be | your daught|er's
dower,
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As it hath | fated | her to | be my | motive
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And help|er to a | husband.| But^O strange men,
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That can / such sweet | use make of what | they
hate,
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When sau|cy trust|ing of | the coz|ened thoughts
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Defiles | the pitch|y night,| so lust | doth^play
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With what | it loathes,| for that | which is |
away,
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But more | of this | hereaft|er: You | Dia||na,
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und|er my poor | instruc|tions yet | must suffer
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Something in | my be|half.
DIANA
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Let^|death and | honesty*
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Go with | your im|posi|tions, I | am yours
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Upon | your will | to suffer.
HELENA
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Yet I | pray you:
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But with | the word | the time | will bring | on
summer,
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When bri|ers shall | have leaves | as well | as
thorns,
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And be | as sweet | as sharp:| We must | away,
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Our wag|on is | prepared,| and time | revives us,
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All's | well | that ends | well,| still the |
fine's the | crown;|
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What|ere | the course,| the end | is the |
renown.| (oct with prev)
[Exeunt]