Pol. Were they so kind? Express it to me all Page. At first I thought they had been mortal foes: Pol. But what succeeded? Page. Oh, 'twas wondrous pretty! Pol. Boy, go to your chamber, and prepare your lute. Serv. Oh, the unhappiest tidings tongue e'er told! Pol. The matter? Serv. Oh! your father, my good master, Acas. Support me, give me air, I'll yet recover. Serv. My lord, Acas. Not to be found? then where are all my friends? Cas. Angels preserve my dearest father's life! Acas. Thank you, Castalio: give me both your hands. Ser. My father! Acas. My heart's darling! Ser. Let my knees Acas. Rise to my arms, and thy kind pray'rs are answer'd. Cham. My lord, may't prove not an unlucky omen! Acas. May'st thou be happy! Cham. Where?
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