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 Ferd. Oh most imperfect light of humaine reason, That mak'st so unhappy, to fore see What we can least prevent: Pursue thy wishes: And glory in them: there's in shame no comfort, But to be past all bounds, and sence of shame.

Duch. I pray sir, heare me: I am married,

Ferd. So:

Duch. Happily, not to your liking: but for that Alas: your sheeres doe come untimely now To clip the birds wings, that's already flowne: Will you see my Husband?

Ferd. Yes, if I Could change eyes with a Basilisque:

Duch. Sure, you came hither By his confideracy.

Ferd. The howling of a Wolfe Is musicke to the (schrech-Owle) pre'thee peace: What ere thou art, that hast enjoy'd my sister, (For I am sure thou hearst me) for thine owne sake Let me not know thee: I came hither, prepar'd To worke thy discovery: yet am now perswaded It would beget such violent effects As would dampe vs both: I would not for ten Millions I had beheld thee: therefore use all meanes I never may have knowledge of thy name; Enjoy thy lust still, and a wretched life, On that condition: And for thee (vilde woman,) If thou doe wish thy Leacher may grow old In thy Embracements, I would have thee build Such a roome for him, as our Anchorites To holier use enhabite: Let not the Sunne Shine on him, till he's dead: Let Dogs, and Monkeys Onely converse with him, and such dombe things To whom Nature denies use, to sound his name. Doe not keepe a Paraqueto, least she learne it; If thou doe love him, cut out thine owne tongue Least it bewray him.