The maids Tragedy Combat lines

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I am not hard to know. people would call me

My sisters picture, and her mine. In short,

I am the brother to the wrong'd Aspatia.

The wrong'd Aspatia ! would thou

wert so too Unto the wrong'd Aminator.

Gentle youth,

Leave me ; for there is something in thy lookes

That cals my sins in a most hideous forme

Into my mind ; and I have griefe enough

Without thy helpe.

I would I could with credit! had not seene

My sister till this houre I now arriv'd

She sent for me to see her marriage

A woeful one! She us'd few words,

But yet enough to make me understand

The baseness of the injuries you did her.

I am but young and would be loth to lose

Honour, if you like your sword,
Use it; if mine appeare a better to you,
Change ; for the ground is this, and this is the time.
To end our difference.

Charitable youth, for thy sisters sake,

Knowe, that I could not thinke that desperate

thing. If I have ought

That may content thee, take it and begone,

For death is not so terrible as thou;

Thine eies shoot guilt into me.

Thus, she swore,

Thou wouldst behave thyselfe, and give me

Words That would fetch teares into my eies; and so

Thou dost indeed. But yet she bad me watch

Lest I weare cossen'd, and be sure to fight

Ere I return'd.

That must not be with me.

For her lie die directly; but against her

Will never hazard it.

Good gods ! a blow I can indure;

But stay not, lest thou draw a timelesse death

Upon thyselfe.

Thou art some prating fellow, Thus to be kickt ! —( Aside.) Why should he be

so slow

In giving me my death ?

A man can beare

No more, and keepe his flesh. Forgive me, then !

I would indure yet, if I could.

understand

Thou hast no houre to live..

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Thou spread'st thine armes and takst upon thy

Brest, Alas, defencelesse

I have got enough, And my desire. There is no place so fit

For me to die as here.