Ori. I was in perfect hope. The bane on’t is now,
He will make mirth on mirth, to persecute us.

De Ga. We must be patient; I am vex’d to th’ proof too.
I’ll try once more; then if I fail, here’s one speaks.

[Puts his hand on his sword.

Ori. Let me be lost, and scorn’d first!

De Ga. Well, we’ll consider.
Away, and let me shift; I shall be hooted else.

[Exeunt.


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