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- And iustly too, I thinke you feare the tyrant,
Who either by publike warre, or priuat treason,
Will take away your life: therefore my Lord, go trauell for
a while, till that his rage and anger be forgot, or till the Destinies doc cut his threed of life: your rule direct to anie, if to me, day ferues not light more faithfull then He be.
Per. I doe not doubt thy faith.
But should he wrong my liberties in my absence?
Hel. Weele mingle our bloods togither in the earth,
From whence we had our being, and our birth.
Per. Tyre I now louke from thee then, and to Tharfus
Intend my traualle, where He heare from thee,
And by whose Letters He dispose my felfe.
The care I had and haue of subiects good,
On thee I lay, whose wifdomes strength can beare it,
He take thy word for faith not aske thine oath,
Who thuns not to breake one, will cracke both.
But in our orbs will liue so round, and safe,
That riane of both this truth shall nere conuince,
Thou shewdt a subiects shine, I a true Prince.
Exit.
I. ii. 90—124
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