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178 Not once look'd after?

Madam,

Why d'you throw away your tears on one

That's irrecoverable?

Sabrina. Why? Therefore, sir,

Because he's irrecoverable.

Orsabrin. But why on him? he did not make him so.

Sabrina. I do confess my anger is unjust,

But not my sorrow, sir.

Forgive these tears, my Samorat:

The debts of nature must be paid, though from

The stock of love:

Should they not, sir?

Samorat. Yes:

But thus the precious minutes pass; and time,

Ere I have breath'd the sighs due to our parting,

Will be calling for me.

Sabrina. Parting!

Samorat. Oh yes, Sabrina! I must part,

As day does from the world, not to return

Till night be gone, till this dark cloud be over.

Here to be found were foolishly to make

A present of my life unto mine enemy.

Retire into thy chamber, fair; there thou

Shalt know all.

Sabrina. I know too much already.

Phontrel. Hold rope for me, and then hold rope for him.

Why, this is the wisdom of the law now: a prince loses a

subject, and does not think himself paid for the loss, till

he loses another. Well! I will do my endeavour to

make him a saver; for this was Samorat.

Orsabrin. Let it bleed on. You shall not stir, I swear.

Samorat. Now, by the friendship that I owe thee, and

The gods beside, I will.

Noble youth,

Were there no danger in the wound, yet would

The loss of blood make thee unfit for travel.

My servants wait me for direction—