The Fatal Jealousie (1673) by Henry Nevil Payne
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_Ped._ Not too well neither.
_Jasp._ You may laugh; you stand on the top of Favour, Have a care of falling down, I may catch you One day. _Ped._ No, never with an Old Woman; it's worse then Committing Incest; to Cuckold, for ought I know, a dozen Generations. _Jasp._ Rest you merry, I can leave you. _Ped._ But I'le not quit you so. [Exeunt. _Enter _Antonio_ and _Gerardo_ Discoursing._ _Ger._ In this dear Friend, consists my happiness; Therefore deny me not--Why pause you, Sir? My fears are come about-- _Anto._ What, hath _Eugenia_ given her consent? _Ger._ I say not so, my Lord, but her denyals Were spoke so faintly, I Interpret well. _Anto._ Dear Friend, I am afraid you do mistake The Object of your Joyes, let me perswade You to believe, there's not that happiness |
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