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The White Devil by John Webster
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Re-enter Flamineo.


Flam. How dares this banish'd count return to Rome,
His pardon not yet purchas'd! I have heard
The deceased duchess gave him pension,
And that he came along from Padua
I' th' train of the young prince. There 's somewhat in 't:
Physicians, that cure poisons, still do work
With counter-poisons.


Marc. Mark this strange encounter.


Flam. The god of melancholy turn thy gall to poison,
And let the stigmatic wrinkles in thy face,
Like to the boisterous waves in a rough tide,
One still overtake another.


Lodo. I do thank thee,
And I do wish ingeniously for thy sake,
The dog-days all year long.


Flam. How croaks the raven?
Is our good duchess dead?

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