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 I'll be with her; I'll be and bide with her; No other place shall hold me.

Be pacified, dear child! be pacified, And I myself will take thee to thy mother: The guards will not refuse to let me pass. Weep not so bitterly, my own dear Samar! Fy! wipe away those tears and come with me.

A blessing on you, madam, for this goodness! It had been cruelty to keep him here. [Exeunt.

 

SCENE I.—The Private Chamber of, who is discovered walking backwards and forwards in great agitation.

That I—that I alone must be restrain'd! The very meanest chief who holds a mansion May therein take his pleasure with a second, When that his earlier wife begins to fade, Or that his wearied heart longs for another. 