Ay me, most wretched,
That have my heart parted betwixt two friends
That do afflict each other!
Your letters did withhold our breaking forth;
Till we perceived, both how you were wrong
And we in negligent danger. Cheer your heart;
Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
your content these strong necessities;
But let determined things to destiny
Hold unbewail'd their way.
Welcome to Rome;
Nothing more dear to me. You are abused
Beyond the mark of thought: and the high
To do you justice, make them ministers
Of us and those that love you. Best of comfort;
welcome to us.
Welcome, dear madam.
Each heart in Rome does love and pity you:
Only the adulterous Antony, most
In his abominations, turns you off;
And gives his potent regiment to a trull,
That noises it against us.
Is it so, sir?
Most certain. Sister, welcome: pray you,
Be ever known to patience: my dear'st sister!
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