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The Eleventh SCENE of the Third ACT.
Antonio asketh Cupes concerning Rosabella, who being very me∣lancholy for the losse of his good Cheer and Wine, gives a very imperfect answer to every thing; This being discovered, An∣tonio goes to seek out his Mistresse.
CVpes but now informed me that Rozabella was safe at his own House, which if it be so, there can be no man more joyful or more happy then my self; but here he is, he look∣eth sadly on it, I do not like it.
Oh happy you who have my Supper eat!
Cupes.
Who calls?
Is any within?
I would there were, all is thrown out of dores.
What! is all nought?
Here is nothing but destruction, ejection, and miserable confusion.
Woe is me—what hath there bin any effusion?
Yes, yes.
What of her bloud?
Worse, worse, of bloud, gravy and all.
Woe is me.
The flesh and bones, and all, most cruelly dispersed.
O monstrous! How came this to passe?
With hands, and feet, and blowes, and boxes▪
O my dear Rosabella!
O my wine, O my dear wine!
Without thee I cannot live!
Without thee I cannot drink!
Who hath committed so great a villany?
My wife Polla.
O wretch—where?
In this very place look you here▪