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Wend to our woods.—But wherefore smilest thou?

Dost thou regard such duties?

Ay, good sooth! Who has more need of favour from the gods Than he who leads a life of lawless peril? [Exit.

Ay, now, Rasinga, set thy costly chamber, While poor Artina sighs and weeps unheeded, In gallant order for thy fair new bride! Another bridegroom and another chamber Abide her which thou little thinkest of. [Exit.