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 325 ���ACT V SCENE I �The Scene drawn discovers Marina upon a couch, with a book in �her hand. �Mar. I've try'd by reading to appease my greifs Till my sad eyes, grown heavy as my heart, Will serve no longer to pursue the story, I'll seek to rest, �Kind sleep afoard thy charms, To her that knows no peace, but in thy arms. �[She falls asleep. �[Blanfort brought in a chair to the door, turns and speaks to them that brought him, then leaning on his sword comes weakly on. �Elan. Wait there, till I return [He sees her asleep. �She sleeps, poor injured innocence, she sleeps, And in this balmy slumber, looks so lovely, That now the Queen of Cypress, seems not fairer, Nor wears the Goddesse of that place more sweetnesse 10 Why tore I from my heart, these fruitfull charms, �[He kneels by her. �To give itt up to others, most ungratf ull ? But I againe will plant them deeper there, Though misery, is all they now can grow to. And oh! methinks, I sighing hear her say When I have told her we must meet no more, That Blanfort (tho' repenting) was her ruine. [She wakes. �Mar. Oh! who names Blanfort, who upbraids my love, Who says 'twas he that ruin'd poor Marina Who says alas, that we must meet no more. 20 �Blan. 'Tis base Rivalto, with his vile confederates, Who o're thy virgin fame have drawn a cloud So dark, 'twould loose us both, if there encount'ring, Else, when my sighs, had blown away my faults ��� �