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] And height'ned thee to this? I fear you are

Not well.

Orsabrin. 'Sfoot! 'tis a Platonic:

Now cannot I so much as talk that way neither.

Sabrina. Why are you silent, sir?

Come, I know you have been in the field to-day.

Orsabrin. How does she know that?

Sabrina. If you have kill'd my brother, speak: it is

No new thing that true love should be unfortunate.

Orsabrin. 'Twas her brother I kill'd then!

Would I were with my devils again!

I got well [rid] of them: that will be here impossible.

Phemilia. Oh, madam, madam, y'are undone!

The garden walls are scal'd: a flood of people

Are entering th' house.

Orsabrin. Good!

Why here's variety of ruin yet.

Sabrina. 'Tis so:

The feet of justice, like to those of time,

Move quick, and will destroy (I fear) as sure.

Oh, sir,

What will you do? there is no vent'ring forth.

My closet is the safest: enter there,

While I go down and meet their fury, hinder

The search, if possible.

Orsabrin. Her closet? yea, where's that?

And, if I could find it, what should I do there?

She will return. I will venture out.

Philatel. The lightest airs; 'twill make them more secure.

Upon my life he'll visit her to-night.

Prince. Nor she nor any lesser light appears:

The calm and silence 'bout the place

Persuades me she does sleep.

Philatel. It may not be:

But hold, it is enough: let us retire.

Behind this pillar, Phontrel, is thy place;

As thou didst love thy master, show thy care:

You to the other gate; there's thy ladder.