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That ye may live, which will be many dayes,
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Both in one Faith unanimous though sad,
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With cause for evils past, yet much more cheer'd
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With meditation on the happie end.
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He ended, and they both descend the Hill;
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Descended, ADAM to the Bowre where EVE
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Lay sleeping ran before, but found her wak't;
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And thus with words not sad she him receav'd.
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Whence thou returnst, & whither wentst, I know;
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For God is also in sleep, and Dreams advise,
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Which he hath sent propitious, some great good
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Presaging, since with sorrow and hearts distress
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VVearied I fell asleep: but now lead on;
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In mee is no delay; with thee to goe,
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Is to stay here; without thee here to stay,
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Is to go hence unwilling; thou to mee
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Art all things under Heav'n, all places thou,
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VVho for my wilful crime art banisht hence.
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This further consolation yet secure
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I carry hence; though all by mee is lost,
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Such favour I unworthie am voutsaft,
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By mee the Promis'd Seed shall all restore.
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So spake our Mother EVE, and ADAM heard
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VVell pleas'd, but answer'd not; for now too nigh
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Th' Archangel stood, and from the other Hill
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To thir fixt Station, all in bright array
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The Cherubim descended; on the ground
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Gliding meteorous, as Ev'ning Mist
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Ris'n from a River o're the marish glides,
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And gathers ground fast at the Labourers heel
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Homeward returning. High in Front advanc't,
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The brandisht Sword of God before them blaz'd
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Fierce as a Comet; which with torrid heat,
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And vapour as the LIBYAN Air adust,
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Began to parch that temperate Clime; whereat
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In either hand the hastning Angel caught
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Our lingring Parents, and to th' Eastern Gate
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Let them direct, and down the Cliff as fast
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To the subjected Plaine; then disappeer'd.
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They looking back, all th' Eastern side beheld
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Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat,
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Wav'd over by that flaming Brand, the Gate
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With dreadful Faces throng'd and fierie Armes:
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Som natural tears they drop'd, but wip'd them soon;
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The World was all before them, where to choose
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Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide:
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They hand in hand with wandring steps and slow,
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Through EDEN took thir solitarie way.
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THE END.
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ACT I. SCENE I.
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An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace.
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[Enter DUKE, CURIO, Lords; Musicians attending.]
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DUKE.
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If music be the food of love, play on,
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Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,
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The appetite may sicken and so die.--
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That strain again;--it had a dying fall;
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O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
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That breathes upon a bank of violets,
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Stealing and giving odour.--Enough; no more;
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'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
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O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
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That, notwithstanding thy capacity
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Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
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Of what validity and pitch soever,
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But falls into abatement and low price
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Even in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy,
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That it alone is high-fantastical.
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CURIO.
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Will you go hunt, my lord?
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DUKE.
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What, Curio?
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CURIO.
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The hart.
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DUKE.
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Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
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O, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,
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Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence;
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That instant was I turn'd into a hart;
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And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
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E'er since pursue me.--How now! what news from her?
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[Enter VALENTINE.]
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