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thy whole frame is moved: decide as nature bids thee, and let this conflict cease. O, have mercy on thyself, and let this conflict cease!

It hath ceased, Ardusoffe, I'm now a man: I will die honour'd in my inward mind, And in the sight of heaven. Betide what will, I'll not betray my trust!

Alas, alas! may Heaven have pity on thee, Since thou repell'st all pity for thyself!

I left thee, dearest Maurice, cheer'd and tranquil, Like one possessing hope; what is the matter?

Dear lady, circumstances bear hard against your brother; and, from some point of honour which I am not permitted to know, he refrains from exculpating himself. Join your entreaties