The Maids Tragedy by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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_Mel_. How's this?
_Lys_. You are mistaken, for she is not married. _Mel_. You said _Amintor_ was. _Diph_. 'Tis true; but _Mel_. Pardon me, I did receive Letters at _Patria_, from my _Amintor_, That he should marry her. _Diph_. And so it stood, In all opinion long; but your arrival Made me imagine you had heard the change. _Mel_. Who hath he taken then? _Lys_. A Lady Sir, That bears the light above her, and strikes dead With flashes of her eye; the fair _Evadne_ your vertuous Sister. _Mel_. Peace of heart betwixt them: but this is strange. _Lys_. The King my brother did it To honour you; and these solemnities Are at his charge. _Mel_. 'Tis Royal, like himself; |
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