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] In thy worst shape, and meet thee in them too.

Stay.

These trees I made my mark; 'tis hereabouts.

Love, guide me but right this night,

And lovers shall restore thee back again

Those eyes the poets took so boldly from thee.

Agl. How ill

This does become this hand: how much the worse

This suits with this! one of the two should go.

The she within me says, it must be this:

Honour says this; and honour is Thersames' friend.

What is that she then? it is not a thing

That sets a price, not upon me, but on

Life in my name, leading me into doubt,

Which, when't has done, it cannot light me out.

For fear does drive to fate; or fate, if we

Do fly, o'ertakes, and holds us, till or death

Or infamy, or both, doth seize us.

Ha! would 'twere in again!

Antics and strange misshapes,

Such as the porter to my soul, mine eye,

Was ne'er acquainted with, fancy lets in,

Like a distracted multitude, by some

Strange accident piec'd together!

Fear now afresh comes on, and charges love

Too home. He comes! he comes!

Woman,

If thou wouldst be the subject of man's wonder,

Not his scorn hereafter, now show thyself.

Sudden and fortunate!

My better angel, sure, did both infuse

A strength, and did direct it.

Zir. Aglaura!

Agl. Brother!

Zir. The same.