From thee will I bear nothing. Get thee hence: Thine eyes defile me. Get thee from my sight.

CAMBER.

CAMBER.

The gods defend thee, soul and spirit and sense, From sense of things thou darest not read aright! Farewell.

[Exit.

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

Fare thou not well, and be defence Far from thy soul cast naked forth by night! Hate rose from hell a liar: love came divine From heaven: yet she that bore thee bore Locrine.

[Exit.

p. 64ACT III.

p. 64

Scene I.—Troynovant. A Room in the Palace.

Scene

Enter Locrine and Debon.

Locrine

Debon

LOCRINE.

LOCRINE.

Thou knowest not what she knows or dreams of? why Her face is dark and wan, her lip and eye Restless and red as fever? Hast thou kept Faith?

DEBON.

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