If soules guide vowes; if vowes are sanctimonie;If sanctimonie be the gods delight:If there be rule in vnitie it selfe,This is not she: O madnesse of discourse!That cause lets vp, with, and against thy selfe
[3050]
By soule authoritie: where reason can reuoltWithout perdition, and losse assume all reason,Without reuolt. This is, and is not
Cressid:
Within my soule, there doth conduce a fightOf this strange nature, that a thing inseperate,
[3055]
Diuides more wider then the skie and earth:And yet the spacious bredth of this diuision,Admits no Orifex for a point as subtle,As
Ariachnes broken woofe to enter:
Instance, O instance! strong as
Plutoes
gates:
[3060]
Cressid is mine, tied with the bonds of
heauen;
Instance, O instance, strong as heauen it selfe:The bonds of heauen are slipt, dissolu'd, and loos'd,And with another knot fiue finger tied,The fractions of her faith, ort s of her loue:
[3065]
The fragments, scraps, the bits, and greazie reliques,Of her ore‑eaten faith, are bound
to
Diomed
Vlis.May worthy
Troylus be halfe attached
With that which here his passion doth expresse?Troy.I Greeke: and that shall be divulged well
[3070]
In Characters, as red as
Mars his heart
Inflam'd with
Venus: neuer did yong man
fancy
With so eternall, and so fixt a soule.Harke Greek: as much I doe
Cressida loue;
So much by weight, hate I her
Diomed,
[3075]
That Sleeue is mine, that heele beare in his Helme:Were it a Caske compos'd by
Vulcans skill,
My Sword should bite it: Not the dreadful spout,Which Shipmen doe the Hurricano call,Constring'd in masse by the almighty Fenne,
[3080]
Shall dizzie with more clamour Neptunes eareIn his discent; then shall my prompted sword,Falling on
Diomed.
Ther.
Heele tickle it for his concupie.
Troy.O
Cressid! O false
Cressid! false, false, false:
[3085]
Let all vntruths stand by thy stained name,And theyle seeme glorious.Vlis.O containe your selfe:Your passion drawes eares hither.Enter ÆneasÆne.I haue beene seeking you this houre my Lord:
[3090]
Hector by this is arming him in Troy.
Aiax your Guard, staies to conduct you
home.
Troy.Haue with you Prince: my curteous Lord adew:Farewell reuolted faire: and
DiomedStand fast, and weare a Castle on thy head.Vli.
[3095]
Ile bring you to the Gates.
Troy.
Accept distracted thankes.
Exeunt Troylus,Æneas, and
Ulisses.
Ther.
Would I could meete that roague
Diomed, I
would croke like a Rauen: I would bode, I would bode:
Patroclus will give me any thing for the
intelligence of
[3100]
this whore: the Parrot will not doe more for an
Almond,
then he for a commodious drab: Lechery, lechery, still
warres and lechery, nothing else holds fashion. A burning
diuell take them.
[Act 5, Scene 3]
Enter Hecter and
Andromache.
And.When was my Lord so much vngently temper'd,
[3105]
To stop his eares against admonishiment ?Vnarme, vnarme, and doe not fight today,Hect.You traine me to offend you: get you gone.
And.Here sister, arm'd, and bloudy in intent:Consort with me in loud and deere petition:pursue we him on knees: for I haue dreampt
[3115]
of bloudy turbulence; and this whole nightHath nothing beene but shapes, and formes of slaughter.Cass.
O,'tistrue.
Hect.
Ho? bid my Trumpet sound.
Cass.No notes of sallie, for the heauens, sweet brother.Hect.
[3120]
Begon I say: the gods haue heard me sweare.Cass.The gods are deafe to hot and peeuish vowes;They are polluted offrings, more abhordThen spotted Liuers in the sacrifice.And.O be perswaded, doe not count it holy,
[3125]
To hurt by being iust; it is as lawfull:For we would count giue much to as violent thefts,And rob in the be halfe of charitie.Cass.It is the purpose that makes strong the vowe;But vowes to euery purpose must not hold:
[3130]
VnatmeVnarme sweete
Hector.
Hect.Hold you still I say;Mine honour keepes the weather of my fate:Life euery man holds deere, but the deere manHolds honor farre more precious, deere, then life.Enter Troylus.
[3135]
How now yong man? mean'st thou to fight to day?And.
Cassandra, call my father to perswade.
Exit Cassandra.Hect.No faith yong
Troylus; doffe thy harnesse
youth:
I am to day ith'vaine of Chiualrie:Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be strong;
[3140]
And tempt not yet the brushes of the warre.Vnarme thee, goe; and doubt thou not braue boy,Ile stand to day, for thee, and me, and Troy.Troy.Brother, you haue a vice of mercy in you;Which better fits a Lyon, then a man.Hect.
[3145]
What vice is that? good
Troylus chide me for
it.
Troy.When many times the captiue Grecian fals,Euen in the fanne and winde of your faire Sword;You bid them rise, and liue.Hect.
O 'tis faire play.
Troy.
[3150]
Fooles play, by heauen
Hector.
Hect.
How now? how now?
Troy.For th'loue of all the godsLet's leaue the Hermit Pitty with our Mothers;And when we haue our Armors buckled on,
[3155]
The venom'd vengeance ride vpon our swords,Spur them to ruthfull worke, reine them from ruth.Hect.
Fie sauage, fie.
Troy.
Hector, then 'tis warres.
Hect.
Troylus, I would not haue you fight to
day.
Troy.
[3160]
Who should with‑hold me?Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of
Mars,
Beckning with fierie truncheon my retire;Not
Priamus, and
Hecuba
on knees;
Their eyes ore‑galled with recourse of teares;
[3165]
Nor you my brother, with your true sword drawneOppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way;But by my ruine.Enter Priam and
Cassandra.
Cass.Lay hold vpon him
Priam, hold him fast:
He is thy crutch; now if thou loose thy stay,
[Act 5, Scene 3]
Enter Hecter and
Andromache.
And.When was my Lord so much vngently temper'd,
[3105]
To stop his eares against admonishiment ?Vnarme, vnarme, and doe not fight today,Hect.You traine me to offend you: get you gone.By the euerlasting gods, Ile goe.And.
My dreames will sure proue ominous to the day.
Hect.
[3110]
No more I say.
Enter Cassandra.Cassa.
Where is my brother
Hector?
And.Here sister, arm'd, and bloudy in intent:Consort with me in loud and deere petition:pursue we him on knees: for I haue dreampt
[3115]
of bloudy turbulence; and this whole nightHath nothing beene but shapes, and formes of slaughter.Cass.
O,'tistrue.
Hect.
Ho? bid my Trumpet sound.
Cass.No notes of sallie, for the heauens, sweet brother.Hect.
[3120]
Begon I say: the gods haue heard me sweare.Cass.The gods are deafe to hot and peeuish vowes;They are polluted offrings, more abhordThen spotted Liuers in the sacrifice.And.O be perswaded, doe not count it holy,
[3125]
To hurt by being iust; it is as lawfull:For we would count giue much to as violent thefts,And rob in the be halfe of charitie.Cass.It is the purpose that makes strong the vowe;But vowes to euery purpose must not hold:
[3130]
VnatmeVnarme sweete
Hector.
Hect.Hold you still I say;Mine honour keepes the weather of my fate:Life euery man holds deere, but the deere manHolds honor farre more precious, deere, then life.Enter Troylus.
[3135]
How now yong man? mean'st thou to fight to day?And.
Cassandra, call my father to perswade.
Exit Cassandra.Hect.No faith yong
Troylus; doffe thy harnesse
youth:
I am to day ith'vaine of Chiualrie:Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be strong;
[3140]
And tempt not yet the brushes of the warre.Vnarme thee, goe; and doubt thou not braue boy,Ile stand to day, for thee, and me, and Troy.Troy.Brother, you haue a vice of mercy in you;Which better fits a Lyon, then a man.Hect.
[3145]
What vice is that? good
Troylus chide me for
it.
Troy.When many times the captiue Grecian fals,Euen in the fanne and winde of your faire Sword;You bid them rise, and liue.Hect.
O 'tis faire play.
Troy.
[3150]
Fooles play, by heauen
Hector.
Hect.
How now? how now?
Troy.For th'loue of all the godsLet's leaue the Hermit Pitty with our Mothers;And when we haue our Armors buckled on,
[3155]
The venom'd vengeance ride vpon our swords,Spur them to ruthfull worke, reine them from ruth.Hect.
Fie sauage, fie.
Troy.
Hector, then 'tis warres.
Hect.
Troylus, I would not haue you fight to
day.
Troy.
[3160]
Who should with‑hold me?Not fate, obedience, nor the hand of
Mars,
Beckning with fierie truncheon my retire;Not
Priamus, and
Hecuba
on knees;
Their eyes ore‑galled with recourse of teares;
[3165]
Nor you my brother, with your true sword drawneOppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way;But by my ruine.Enter Priam and
Cassandra.
Cass.Lay hold vpon him
Priam, hold him fast:
He is thy crutch; now if thou loose thy stay,
[3170]
Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,Fall all together.Priam.Come
Hector, come, goe backe:
Thy wife hath dreampt: thy mother hath had visions;Cassandra doth foresee; and 1 my selfe,
[3175]
Am like a Prophet suddenly enrapt,to tell thee that this day is ominous:Therefore come backe.Hect.Æneas is a field,And I do stand engag'd to many Greekes,
[3180]
Euen in the faith of valour, to appeareThis morning to them.Priam.
I, but thou shalt not goe,
Hect.I must not breake my faith:You know me dutifull, therefore deare sir,
[3185]
Let me not shame respect; but giue me leaueTo take that course by your consent and voice,Which you doe here forbid me, Royall
Priam.
Cass.
O
Priam, yeeld not to him.
And.
Doe not deere father.
Hect.
[3190]
Andromache I am offended with you:
Vpon the loue you beare me, get you in.Exit AndromacheTroy.This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girle,Makes all these bodements.Cass.O farewell, deere
Hector:
[3195]
Looke how thou diest; looke how thy eye turnes pale:Looke how thy wounds doth bleede at many vents:Harke how Troy roares; how
Hecuba cries
out;
How poore
Andromache shrils her dolour
forth;
Behold distraction, frenzie, and amazement,
[3200]
Like witlesse Antickes one another meete,And all cry
Hector, Hectors dead: O
Hector!
Troy.
Away, away.
Cas.Farewell: yes, soft:
Hector I take my
leaue;
Thou do'st thy selfe, and all our Troy deceiue.Exit.Hect.
[3205]
You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her exclaime:Goe in and cheere the Towne, weele forth and fight:Doe deedes of praise, and tell you them at night.Priam.
Farewell: the gods with safetie stand about
thee.
Alarum.Troy.
[3210]
They are at it, harke: proud
Diomed,
beleeue
I come to loose my arme, or winne my sleeue.Enter Pandar.Pand.
Doe you heare my Lord? do you heare?
Troy.
What now?
Pand.
Here's a Letter come from yond poore girle.
Troy.
[3215]
Let me reade.
Pand.
A whorson tisicke, a whorson rascally tisicke,
so troubles me;
and the foolish fortune of this girle, and
what one thing, what
another, that I shall leaue you one
o'th's dayes: and I haue a
rheume in mine eyes too; and
[3220]
such an ache in my bones; that
vnlesse a man were curst,
I cannot tell what to thinke on't.
What sayes shee
there?
Troy.Words, words, meere words, no matter from
the heart;
Th'effect doth operate another way.
[3225]
Goe winde to winde, there turne and change together:My loue with words and errors still she feedes;But edifies another with her deedes.Pand.
Why, but heare you?
Troy.Hence brother lackie; ignomie and shame
[3230]
Pursue thy life, and liue aye with thy name.A LarumAlarum.
Exeunt.
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<l n="3104">When was my Lord so much vngently temper'd,</l>
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<p n="3109">My dreames will sure proue ominous to the day.</p>
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<p n="3110">No more I say.</p>
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<p n="3117">O,'tistrue.</p>
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<p n="3118">Ho? bid my Trumpet sound.</p>
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<l n="3119">No notes of sallie, for the heauens, sweet brother.</l>
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<l n="3120">Begon I say: the gods haue heard me sweare.</l>
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<l n="3121">The gods are deafe to hot and peeuish vowes;</l>
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<l n="3124">O be perswaded, doe not count it holy,</l>
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<l n="3128">It is the purpose that makes strong the vowe;</l>
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<l n="3131">Hold you still I say;</l>
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<l n="3135">How now yong man? mean'st thou to fight to day?</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">And.</speaker>
<p n="3136">
<hi rend="italic">Cassandra</hi>, call my father to perswade.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<l n="3137">No faith yong<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>; doffe thy harnesse youth:</l>
<l n="3138">I am to day ith'vaine of Chiualrie:</l>
<l n="3139">Let grow thy Sinews till their knots be strong;</l>
<l n="3140">And tempt not yet the brushes of the warre.</l>
<l n="3141">Vnarme thee, goe; and doubt thou not braue boy,</l>
<l n="3142">Ile stand to day, for thee, and me, and Troy.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="3143">Brother, you haue a vice of mercy in you;</l>
<l n="3144">Which better fits a Lyon, then a man.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<p n="3145">What vice is that? good<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>chide me for it.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="3146">When many times the captiue Grecian fals,</l>
<l n="3147">Euen in the fanne and winde of your faire Sword;</l>
<l n="3148">You bid them rise, and liue.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<p n="3149">O 'tis faire play.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<p n="3150">Fooles play, by heauen<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<p n="3151">How now? how now?</p>
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<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="3152">For th'loue of all the gods</l>
<l n="3153">Let's leaue the Hermit Pitty with our Mothers;</l>
<l n="3154">And when we haue our Armors buckled on,</l>
<l n="3155">The venom'd vengeance ride vpon our swords,</l>
<l n="3156">Spur them to ruthfull worke, reine them from ruth.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<p n="3157">Fie sauage, fie.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<p n="3158">
<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>, then 'tis warres.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<p n="3159">
<hi rend="italic">Troylus</hi>, I would not haue you fight to day.</p>
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<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="3160">Who should with‑hold me?</l>
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<l n="3164">Their eyes ore‑galled with recourse of teares;</l>
<l n="3165">Nor you my brother, with your true sword drawne</l>
<l n="3166">Oppos'd to hinder me, should stop my way;</l>
<l n="3167">But by my ruine.</l>
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<sp who="#F-tro-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cass.</speaker>
<l n="3168">Lay hold vpon him<hi rend="italic">Priam</hi>, hold him fast:</l>
<l n="3169">He is thy crutch; now if thou loose thy stay,</l>
<l n="3170">Thou on him leaning, and all Troy on thee,</l>
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<l n="3171">Fall all together.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-pri">
<speaker rend="italic">Priam.</speaker>
<l n="3172">Come<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>, come, goe backe:</l>
<l n="3173">Thy wife hath dreampt: thy mother hath had visions;</l>
<l n="3174">
<hi rend="italic">Cassandra</hi>doth foresee; and 1 my selfe,</l>
<l n="3175">Am like a Prophet suddenly enrapt,</l>
<l n="3176">to tell thee that this day is ominous:</l>
<l n="3177">Therefore come backe.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<l n="3178">Æneas is a field,</l>
<l n="3179">And I do stand engag'd to many Greekes,</l>
<l n="3180">Euen in the faith of valour, to appeare</l>
<l n="3181">This morning to them.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-pri">
<speaker rend="italic">Priam.</speaker>
<p n="3182">I, but thou shalt not goe,</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<l n="3183">I must not breake my faith:</l>
<l n="3184">You know me dutifull, therefore deare sir,</l>
<l n="3185">Let me not shame respect; but giue me leaue</l>
<l n="3186">To take that course by your consent and voice,</l>
<l n="3187">Which you doe here forbid me, Royall<hi rend="italic">Priam</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cass.</speaker>
<p n="3188">O<hi rend="italic">Priam</hi>, yeeld not to him.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-and">
<speaker rend="italic">And.</speaker>
<p n="3189">Doe not deere father.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<l n="3190">
<hi rend="italic">Andromache</hi>I am offended with you:</l>
<l n="3191">Vpon the loue you beare me, get you in.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Andromache</stage>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="3192">This foolish, dreaming, superstitious girle,</l>
<l n="3193">Makes all these bodements.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cass.</speaker>
<l n="3194">O farewell, deere<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>:</l>
<l n="3195">Looke how thou diest; looke how thy eye turnes pale:</l>
<l n="3196">Looke how thy wounds doth bleede at many vents:</l>
<l n="3197">Harke how Troy roares; how<hi rend="italic">Hecuba</hi>cries out;</l>
<l n="3198">How poore<hi rend="italic">Andromache</hi>shrils her dolour forth;</l>
<l n="3199">Behold distraction, frenzie, and amazement,</l>
<l n="3200">Like witlesse Antickes one another meete,</l>
<l n="3201">And all cry<hi rend="italic">Hector, Hectors</hi>dead: O<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>!</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<p n="3202">Away, away.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-cas">
<speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
<l n="3203">Farewell: yes, soft:<hi rend="italic">Hector</hi>I take my leaue;</l>
<l n="3204">Thou do'st thy selfe, and all our Troy deceiue.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tro-hec">
<speaker rend="italic">Hect.</speaker>
<l n="3205">You are amaz'd, my Liege, at her exclaime:</l>
<l n="3206">Goe in and cheere the Towne, weele forth and fight:</l>
<l n="3207">Doe deedes of praise, and tell you them at night.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-pri">
<speaker rend="italic">Priam.</speaker>
<p n="3208">Farewell: the gods with safetie stand about
<lb n="3209"/>thee.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic inline" type="business">Alarum.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="3210">They are at it, harke: proud<hi rend="italic">Diomed</hi>, beleeue</l>
<l n="3211">I come to loose my arme, or winne my sleeue.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Pandar.</stage>
<sp who="#F-tro-pan">
<speaker rend="italic">Pand.</speaker>
<p n="3212">Doe you heare my Lord? do you heare?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<p n="3213">What now?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-pan">
<speaker rend="italic">Pand.</speaker>
<p n="3214">Here's a Letter come from yond poore girle.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<p n="3215">Let me reade.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-pan">
<speaker rend="italic">Pand.</speaker>
<p n="3216">A whorson tisicke, a whorson rascally tisicke,
<lb n="3217"/>so troubles me; and the foolish fortune of this girle, and
<lb n="3218"/>what one thing, what another, that I shall leaue you one
<lb n="3219"/>o'th's dayes: and I haue a rheume in mine eyes too; and
<lb n="3220"/>such an ache in my bones; that vnlesse a man were curst,
<lb n="3221"/>I cannot tell what to thinke on't. What sayes shee
<lb n="3222"/>there?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="3223">Words, words, meere words, no matter from
<lb/>the heart;</l>
<l n="3224">Th'effect doth operate another way.</l>
<l n="3225">Goe winde to winde, there turne and change together:</l>
<l n="3226">My loue with words and errors still she feedes;</l>
<l n="3227">But edifies another with her deedes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-pan">
<speaker rend="italic">Pand.</speaker>
<p n="3228">Why, but heare you?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-tro-tro">
<speaker rend="italic">Troy.</speaker>
<l n="3229">Hence brother lackie; ignomie and shame</l>
<l n="3230">Pursue thy life, and liue aye with thy name.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="business">
<choice>
<orig>A Larum</orig>
<corr>Alarum</corr>
</choice>.</stage>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<cb n="2"/>
</div>