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154 No better a remembrancer than pain,

I should forget I e'er was hurt, thanks to Heav'n

And good Andrages!

Zir. And more than thanks: I hope we yet shall live

To pay him. How old's the night?

And. Far spent, I fear,

My lord.

Zir. I have a cause that should be heard

Yet ere day break, and I must needs entreat

You, sir, to be the judge in't.

Ther. What cause, Zorannes?

Zir. When you have promis'd

Ther. 'Twere hard I should deny thee anything. [Exit Ziriff Know'st thou, Andrages, what he means?

And. Nor cannot guess, sirs.

I read a trouble in his face, when first he left you,

But understood it not.

Zir. Have I not pitch'd my nets like a good huntsman?

Look, sir, the noblest of the herd are here.

Ther. I am astonished.

Zir. This place is yours.

Ther. What wouldst thou have me do?

Zir. Remember, sir, your promise.

I could do all I have to do alone; but justice

Is not justice, unless't be justly done.

Here, then, I will begin; for here began

My wrongs. This woman, sir, was wondrous fair

And wondrous kind—ay, fair and kind; for so

The story runs.

She gave me look for look and glance for glance;

And every sigh like Echo's, was return'd.

We sent up vow by vow, promise on promise,

So thick and strangely multiplied, that sure

We gave the heavenly registers their business,

And other mortals' oaths then went for nothing.

We felt each other's pains, each other's joys;

Thought the same thought, and spoke the very same:

We were the same; and I have much ado

To think she could be ill, and I not be

So too; and after this, all this, sir, she