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The Maids Tragedy by Francis Beaumont;John Fletcher
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Believe them not, they lyed.

_Mel_. Do not play with mine anger, do not Wretch,
I come to know that desperate Fool that drew thee
From thy fair life; be wise, and lay him open.

_Evad_. Unhand me, and learn manners, such another
Forgetfulness forfeits your life.

_Mel_. Quench me this mighty humour, and then tell me
Whose Whore you are, for you are one, I know it.
Let all mine honours perish but I'le find him,
Though he lie lockt up in thy blood; be sudden;
There is no facing it, and be not flattered;
The burnt air, when the _Dog_ raigns, is not fouler
Than thy contagious name, till thy repentance
(If the Gods grant thee any) purge thy sickness.

_Evad_. Be gone, you are my Brother, that's your safety.

_Mel_. I'le be a Wolf first; 'tis to be thy Brother
An infamy below the sin of a Coward:
I am as far from being part of thee,
As thou art from thy vertue: seek a kindred
Mongst sensual beasts, and make a Goat thy Brother,
A Goat is cooler; will you tell me yet?

_Evad_. If you stay here and rail thus, I shall tell you,
I'le ha' you whipt; get you to your command,
And there preach to your Sentinels,
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