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ACT. 5. (Book 5)
SCEN. 1.
Enter Phylanter.
Phyl.
HOw have I thus been cousened! how mon∣strous too
It seems, still to pursue the crimes I lov'd before:
To be uncousened, though 'tis just, seems poor,
When danger gives the wisdom: how low we sinck
When we once fall below our selves!
We still must fear what others ought to do.
In crimes none can be wise and gallant too.
All this besides for an uncertain Beauty,
Nor yet possest or gain'd, the Persian so
Spends all his wealth and prayers on the Sun,
That equally dispences unto those
Which ne're ador'd him, his warm comforts too.
Farewell to all your Sex, that cannot be
Belov'd, but with unthrifty misery.
The Lover that's unlov'd, like me, must waste
His store of Love, the Lov'd may longer last.
They that joyn Stocks, with ease our-spends
Him that runs on unpaid and lends.
Farewell: I will uncheat my self and you,
For when I lov'd you first I cousen'd two.
Sould.
My Lord!
Phyl.
How now?
Enter Souldier.
Sould.
A woman at the dore