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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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