HOST:
'Fore love, a mighty sessions, and (I fear)
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Though kind last 'sizes, 'twill be now severe;
For it is thought, and by judicious men,
Aglaura 'scap'd only by dying then.
But 'twould be vain for me now to endear,
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Or speak unto my Lords, the Judges here,
They hold their places by condemning still,
And cannot show at once mercy and skill;
For wit's so cruel unto wit, that they
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Are thought to want, that find not want i' th' play.
But, ladies, you who never lik'd a plot,
But where the servant had his mistress got,
And whom to see a lover die it grieves,
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Although 'tis in worse language that he lives,
Will like't, we're confident, since here will be
That your sex ever lik'd, variety!