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Iol. and in Diana's grove?

Iolin. So was th' appointment, or my sense deceiv'd me.

Iol. Married!

Now, by those powers that tie those pretty knots,

'Tis very fine: good faith, 'tis wondrous fine.

Iolin. What is, brother?

Iol. Why, to marry, sister;

T' enjoy 'twixt lawful and unlawful thus

A happiness, steal as it were one's own;

Diana's grove, sayest thou?

Iolin. That is the place; the hunt once up, and all

Engaged in the sport, they mean to leave

The company, and steal unto those thickets,

Where there's a priest attends them.

Iol. And will they lie together, think'st thou?

Iolin. Is there distinction of sex, think you,

Or flesh and blood?

Iol. True; but the king, sister!

Iolin. But love, brother!

Iol. Thou sayest well; 'tis fine, 'tis wondrous fine!

Diana's grove?

Iolin. Yes, Diana's grove; but, brother,

If you should speak of this now.

Iol. Why, thou knowest

A drowning man holds not a thing so fast:

Semanthe!

She shuns me too!

Iolin. The wound [is] fest'red sure, The hurt the boy gave her, when first she look'd