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] Poor Cleonax, I'm truly sorry for thee.

Lords. So are we all.

King. This accident

Commands our pity; but what is done, is done.

Let it not be as yet divulged.

Remove the corpse, and let it be the care

Of thee, Florelio, to see his burial

Honourable and private. Good thanks to all the rest.

Clarimont, stay you with me.

The traitor's dead by Parmenio; but you must know

There's one yet lives within me. I love, Clarimont!

Clar. That passion of all others, sir, heaven

Easiliest pardons: he lives not, sure, that loves not.

King. Ay, but my love's not pure; 'tis great, not good,

Clarimont. I love—Francelia!

Clar. Take heed of unchaste fires, great sir;

They mischief, sir. Forget her, faith, forget her.

Such fits as these are ever cur'd like agues—

Best when they are most starved.

If you shall give them their desired fuel,

They'll not be quench'd with ease;

And it is ever seen (heaven keep my sovereign!)

The house they're bred in feels them first and ever.

King. Clarimont, thou wert ne'er in love;

Thou art philosophical, and wouldst have reason

Guide where it was never yet companion.

Thou show'st thy want of love, but helpst not mine.

Counsel is now too late;

It's like smith's water flung upon the coals,

Which more inflames. Here.

Thou twice hast sav'd my life, if thou now speed'st;

Go to Francelia, and present

This jewel to her, and withal my love.

Do't with thy best of language and respect.

Fair means at first we'll use;

But foul shall come, if she the fair refuse.

Good-night, and good success.

Clar. Obedience is the best of what I am:

Your will's my law, sir. [Exit.] Why, then, it must be.

Was there no woman in the court to feed

Thy lust with, but my sister; and none to be

The bawd, but I?

Couldst thou not think of any other way

To express thy greatness, but by doing me wrong?