The Fatal Jealousie (1673) by Henry Nevil Payne
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page 61 of 146 (41%)
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_Eug._ So, give her Air, she comes to her self. _Cæl._ Where is my Lord! What gone! am I deluded? I Saw an Angel lead him back again. _Ger._ Her fancy is disturb'd, make no answer: _Cæl._ Why Sister, where's my Lord? _Eug._ Do not disturb your self, my Brother's well. _Cæl._ Get me a horse, for I will follow him. _Enter _Antonio_ Bleeding_. _Anto._ Fetch me some water there. _Cæl._ My Dream was true, my Dearest Lord's return'd! What makes you Bleed? _Anto._ As I was lifting up my Foot to the Stirrop, my Nose Gusht out a Bleeding. _Eugen._ My Sister dreamt, an Angel led you back, And I believe it now. _Ger._ Pray take some other with you, I, if you please Will keep you Company. |
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