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214 Sabrina. You, that so freely gave me Samorat's life,

Which was in danger, most justly, justly, may

Be suffer'd to attempt upon my love,

Which is in none.

Prince. What says my noble rival?

Samorat. Sir,

Y'are kind in this, and wisely do provide

I should not surfeit; for here is happiness

Enough besides, to last the sun's return.

Nassurat. You and I are but savers with all this,

Pellegrin: but, by the Lord, 'tis well we came off as we

did: all was at stake.

Prince. Come, no more whispers here:

Let's in, and there unriddle to each other;

For I have much to ask.

Orsabrin. A life! a friend! a brother! and a mistress!

''O, what a day was here! Gently, my joys, distil,'' Lest you should break the vessel you should fill.