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<Z {Actus Primus:}> {Scea. Prima. Enter Sebastian, & Fernando.}
<S {Seb}>. {My} three yeeres spent in War, has now vndon
my peace for ever.
<S {Fer}>. Good; be patient, Sir
<S {Seb}>. She is my Wife by Contract before Heaven,
and all the Angells, Sir.
<S {Fer}>. I doe beleeue you;
but where#'s the remedie now? you see She#'s gon:
an other has possession
<S {Seb}>. ther#'s the torment.
<S {Fer}>. This day, being the first of yor Returne
vnluckely proves the first too of her fastning
her Vncle (Sir) the {Gouernor} of {Rauenna}
holding a good opinion of the {Bride-#groome}
as he#'s faire-#spoken (Sir) and wondrous mild.
<S {Seb}>. there goes the Devill, in a Sheepe-#skyn.
<S {Fer}>. with all speed
clap'd-#it vp sodainely: I cannot thinck, (sure)
that the {Maid} over-#loves him: though being Married
perhaps for her owne Creadit) now She intends
performance of an honest duteous wife.
(WIT:C:2:) ##{Seb}. Sir: I#'ue a world of Busynes; question . . .
