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Jackson, Helen Hunt, 1830-1885

"A Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 4"


_Duke_. We doe receive you all into our favour,
And my faire Dutchesse; my unkind divorce
Shall be confounded with a second marriage,
I here receive thee once more as my wife.
_Val_. You have your childeren, I have paid that debt,
You have divorc'd me, therefore I am free,
And henceforth I will be at libertie.
_Duke_. Theres no divorce can part thee from thy Lord.
_Valen_. Like to unkindnesse there is no divorce,
I will no more be won unto your bed,
But take some course to lament my life mislead.
_Duke_. Canst thou live better then in sacred wedlock?
_Valen_. Wedlocke to me is unpleasing, since my Lord
Hath broke the band of marriage with unkindnesse.
_Duke_. Intreate her, children, _Fredericke, Euphrata_,
Let me not loose the essence of my soule.
_Fred_. Divine _Valentia_, mirrour of thy sexe,
The pride of true reclaim'd incontinence,
Honour of the dishonoring, yeeld I pray,
And be mercifull, pitty my fathers smart,
Since thy last thraldome hath neare cleft his heart.
_Euph_. 'Twas for his children that his spleene did rise,
Anger a torture haunting the most wise.


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