_Viol_.
I will fire
The Portion I brought with me, e're he spend
A Royal of it: no Quirck left? no Quiddit
That may defeat him?
_Hen_.
Were I but confirmed,
That you would take the means I use with patience,
As I must practise it with my dishonour,
I could lay level with the earth his hopes
That soar above the clouds with expectation
To see me in my grave.
_Viol_. Effect but this,
And our revenge shall be to us a Son
That shall inherit for us.
_Hen_.
Do not repent
When 'tis too late.
_Viol_.
I fear not what may fall
He dispossess'd that does usurp on all.
[_Exeunt_.
_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_.
_Enter_ Leandro, (_with a letter writ out_) Milanes, _and_ Arsenio.
_Mil_.
Can any thing but wonder?
_Lea_.
Wonder on,
I am as ye see, and, what will follow, Gentlemen?
_Ars_.
Why dost thou put on this form? what can this do?
Thou lookest most sillily.
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