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202 Servant. Since she was refus'd to speak with you, sir, she will

Not look on any; languishes so fast,

Her servants fear she will not live to know

What does become of him.

Philatel. Sir, 'tis high time you visit her.

Prince. I cannot look upon her and deny her.

Philatel. Nor need you, sir;

All shall appear to her most gracious.

Tell her, the former part o' th' law must pass;

But when it comes t' execute, promise her

That you intend to interpose.

Prince. And shall then Samorat live?

Philatel. O, nothing less!

The censure pass'd,

His death shall follow without noise. 'Tis but

Not owning of the fact, disgracing for a time

A secretary or so—the thing's not new.

Put on forgiving looks, sir; we are there. [The scene changes to Sabrina's chamber A mourning silence!

Sister Sabrina!

Sabrina. Hence, hence, thou cruel hunter after life!

Thou art a pain unto my eyes, as great

As my dear mother had when she did bring

Thee forth; and, sure, that was extreme, since she

Produc'd a monster.

Philatel. Speak to her yourself:

She's so incens'd against me,

She will not welcome happiness, because

I bring it.

Prince. Fair ornament of grief, why are you troubled?

Can you believe there's anything within

My power which you shall mourn for? if you have

Any fears, impart them; any desires,

Give them a name, and I will give the rest.

You wrong the greatness of my love to doubt

The goodness of it.

Sabrina. Alas! I do not doubt your love, my lord: