Double Falsehood
Act III, Scene 3
				
Prospect of a village at a distance.
				
				
					Roderick
					1 - 12
					
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Julio’s departure thus in secret from me,
 
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With the long doubtful absence of my brother,
 
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(Who cannot suffer, but my father feels it)
 
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Have trusted me with strong suspicions,
 
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And dreams, that will not let me sleep, nor eat,
 
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Nor taste those recreations health demands:
 
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But, like a whirlwind, hither have they snatch’d me,
 
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Perforce, to be resolv’d. I know my brother
 
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Had Julio’s father for his host: from him
 
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Enquiry may befriend me.
 
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Enter Camillo.
 
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Old sir, I’m glad
 
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To ’ve met you thus. What ails the man? Camillo,—
 
					
				 
				
				
					Roderick
					14
					
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Is’t possible, you should forget your friends?
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					15
					
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Friends! What are those?
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					16
					
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Why, those that love you, sir.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					17
					
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You’re none of those, sure, if you be lord Roderick.
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					18 - 19
					
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Yes, I am that lord Roderick, and I lie not,
 
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If I protest, I love you passing well.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					20 - 21
					
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You lov’d my son too passing well, I take it:
 
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One, that believ’d too suddenly his court-creed.
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					22 - 23
					
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Aside.
 
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All is not well.
 
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—Good old man, do not rail.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					24
					
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My lord, my lord, you’ve dealt dishonorably.
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					25 - 26
					
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Good sir, I am so far from doing wrongs
 
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Of that base strain, I understand you not.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					27 - 34
					
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Indeed! You know not neither, o’ my conscience,
 
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How your most virtuous brother, noble Henriquez,
 
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(You look so like him, lord, you are the worse for’t;
 
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Rots upon such dissemblers!) under color
 
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Of buying coursers, and I know not what,
 
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Bought my poor boy out of possession
 
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Ev’n of his plighted faith. Was not this honor?
 
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And this a constant friend?
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					35
					
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I dare not say so.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					36 - 37
					
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Now you have robb’d him of his love, take all;
 
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Make up your malice, and dispatch his life too.
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					38
					
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If you would hear me, sir,—
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					39 - 43
					
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Your brave old father
 
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Would have been torn in pieces with wild horses,
 
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E’er he had done this treachery. On my conscience,
 
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Had he but dreamt you two durst have committed
 
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This base, unmanly crime,—
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					44
					
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Why, this is madness.—
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					45
					
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I’ve done; I’ve eas’d my heart; now you may talk.
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					46 - 52
					
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Then as I am a gentleman, believe me,
 
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(For I will lie for no man) I’m so far
 
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From being guilty of the least suspicion
 
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Of sin that way, that fearing the long absence
 
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Of Julio and my brother might beget
 
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Something to start at, hither have I travel’d
 
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To know the truth of you.
 
					
				 
				
				
					Violante
					53 - 56
					
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My servant loiters; sure, he means me well.
 
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Camillo, and a stranger? These may give me
 
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Some comfort from their talk. I’ll step aside:
 
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And hear what fame is stirring.
 
					
				 
				
				
					Roderick
					57
					
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Why this wond’ring?
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					58 - 59
					
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Can there be one so near in blood as you are
 
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To that Henriquez, and an honest man?
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					60 - 63
					
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While he was good, I do confess my nearness;
 
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But, since his fall from honor, he’s to me
 
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As a strange face I saw but yesterday,
 
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And as soon lost.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					64 - 65
					
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I ask your pardon, lord;
 
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I was too rash and bold.
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					66
					
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No harm done, sir.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					67 - 68
					
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But is it possible, you should not hear
 
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The passage ’twixt Leonora and your brother?
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					69
					
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None of all this.
 
					
				 
				
				
				
					Citizen
					71 - 72
					
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I bear you tidings, sir, which I could wish
 
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Some other tongue deliver’d.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					73
					
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Whence, I pray you?
 
					
				 
				
					Citizen
					74
					
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From your son, sir.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					75
					
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Prithee, where is he?
 
					
				 
				
					Citizen
					76 - 79
					
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That’s more than I know now, sir.
 
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But this I can assure you, he has left
 
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The city raging mad; heav’n comfort him!
 
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He came to that curst marriage—the fiends take it!
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					80 - 83
					
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Prithee, be gone, and bid the bell knoll for me:
 
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I have had one foot in the grave some time.
 
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Nay, go, good friend; thy news deserve no thanks.
 
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How does your lordship?
 
					
				 
				
				
					Roderick
					84 - 85
					
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That’s well said, old man.
 
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I hope, all shall be well yet.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					86 - 87
					
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It had need;
 
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For ’tis a crooked world. Farewell, poor boy!
 
					
				 
				
				
					Don Bernard
					88 - 94
					
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This comes of forcing women where they hate:
 
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It was my own sin; and I am rewarded.
 
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Now I am like an aged oak, alone,
 
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Left for all tempests. I would cry, but cannot:
 
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I’m dried to death almost with these vexations.
 
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Lord! What a heavy load I have within me!
 
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My heart,—my heart,—my heart—
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					95 - 96
					
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Has this ill weather
 
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Met with thee too?
 
					
				 
				
					Don Bernard
					97
					
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O wench, that I were with thee!
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					98
					
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You do not come to mock at me now?
 
					
				 
				
				
					Camillo
					100 - 102
					
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Do not dissemble; thou may’st find a knave
 
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As bad as thou art, to undo thee too:
 
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I hope to see that day before I die yet.
 
					
				 
				
					Don Bernard
					103 - 108
					
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It needeth not, Camillo; I am knave
 
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Sufficient to myself. If thou wilt rail,
 
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Do it as bitterly as thou canst think of;
 
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For I deserve it. Draw thy sword, and strike me;
 
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And I will thank thee for’t. I’ve lost my daughter;
 
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She’s stol’n away; and whither gone, I know not.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					109 - 114
					
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She has a fair blessing in being from you, sir.
 
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I was too poor a brother for your greatness;
 
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You must be grafted into noble stocks,
 
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And have your titles rais’d. My state was laugh’d at:
 
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And my alliance scorn’d. I’ve lost a son too;
 
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Which must not be put up so.
 
					
				 
				
				
					Roderick
					115 - 123
					
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Hold; be counsel’d.
 
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You’ve equal losses; urge no farther anger.
 
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Heav’n, pleas’d now at your love, may bring again,
 
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And, no doubt, will, your children to your comforts:
 
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In which adventure my foot shall be foremost.
 
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And one more will I add, my honor’d father;
 
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Who has a son to grieve for too, though tainted.
 
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Let your joint sorrow be as balm to heal
 
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These wounds of adverse fortune.
 
					
				 
				
					Don Bernard
					124 - 130
					
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Come, Camillo,
 
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Do not deny your love, for charity;
 
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I ask it of you. Let this noble lord
 
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Make brothers of us, whom our own cross fates
 
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Could never join. What I have been, forget;
 
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What I intend to be, believe and nourish:
 
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I do confess my wrongs; give me your hand.
 
					
				 
				
					Camillo
					131
					
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Heav’n make thee honest—there.
 
					
				 
				
					Roderick
					132 - 137
					
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’Tis done like good men.
 
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Now there rests nought, but that we part, and each
 
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Take sev’ral ways in quest of our lost friends:
 
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Some of my train o’er the wild rocks shall wait you.
 
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Our best search ended, here we’ll meet again,
 
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And tell the fortunes of our separate travels.
 
					
				 
				
				
				
					Violante
					138 - 149
					
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I would, your brother had but half your virtue!
 
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Yet there remains a little spark of hope
 
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That lights me to some comfort. The match is cross’d;
 
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The parties separate; and I again
 
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May come to see this man that has betray’d me;
 
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And wound his conscience for it: home again
 
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I will not go, whatever fortune guides me;
 
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Though ev’ry step I went, I trod upon
 
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Dangers as fearful and as pale as death.
 
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No, no, Henriquez; I will follow thee
 
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Where there is day. Time may beget a wonder.
 
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Enter a servant.
 
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O, are you come? What news?
 
					
				 
				
					Servant to Violante
					150 - 151
					
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None, but the worst. Your father makes mighty offers yonder
 
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by a cryer, to any one can bring you home again.
 
					
				 
				
					Violante
					152
					
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Art thou corrupted?
 
					
				 
				
					Servant to Violante
					153
					
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No.
 
					
				 
				
					Violante
					154
					
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Wilt thou be honest?
 
					
				 
				
					Servant to Violante
					155
					
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I hope, you do not fear me.
 
					
				 
				
					Violante
					156 - 158
					
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Indeed, I do not. Thou hast an honest face;
 
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And such a face, when it deceives, take heed,
 
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Is curst of all heav’n’s creatures.
 
					
				 
				
					Servant to Violante
					159
					
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I’ll hang first.
 
					
				 
				
					Violante
					160 - 162
					
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Heav’n bless thee from that end! I’ve heard a man
 
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Say more than this; and yet that man was false.
 
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Thou’lt not be so, I hope.
 
					
				 
				
					Servant to Violante
					163
					
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By my life, mistress,—
 
					
				 
				
					Violante
					164 - 167
					
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Swear not; I credit thee. But prithee though,
 
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Take heed, thou dost not fail: I do not doubt thee:
 
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Yet I have trusted such a serious face,
 
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And been abused too.
 
					
				 
				
					Servant to Violante
					168
					
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If I fail your trust,—
 
					
				 
				
					Violante
					169 - 171
					
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I do thee wrong to hold thy honesty
 
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At distance thus: thou shalt know all my fortunes.
 
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Get me a shepherd’s habit.
 
					
				 
				
					Servant to Violante
					172
					
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Well; what else?
 
					
				 
				
					Violante
					173 - 174
					
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And wait me in the evening, where I told thee;
 
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There thou shalt know my farther ends. Take heed—
 
					
				 
				
					Servant to Violante
					175
					
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D’ye fear me still?
 
					
				 
				
					Violante
					176 - 181
					
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No; this is only counsel:
 
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My life and death I have put equally
 
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Into thy hand: let not rewards, nor hopes,
 
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Be cast into the scale to turn thy faith.
 
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Be honest but for virtue’s sake, that’s all;
 
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He, that has such a treasure, cannot fall.