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<T WIT><L 1><Y C><P 1><C > <Z {Actus Primus:}> {Scea. Prima. Enter Sebastian, & Fernando.} <S {Seb}>. {My} three yeeres spent in War, has now vndon my peace for ever. <S {Fer}>. Good; be patient, Sir <S {Seb}>. She is my Wife by Contract before Heaven, and all the Angells, Sir. <S {Fer}>. I doe beleeue you; but where#'s the remedie now? you see She#'s gon: an other has possession <S {Seb}>. ther#'s the torment. <S {Fer}>. This day, being the first of yor Returne vnluckely proves the first too of her fastning her Vncle (Sir) the {Gouernor} of {Rauenna} holding a good opinion of the {Bride-#groome} as he#'s faire-#spoken (Sir) and wondrous mild. <S {Seb}>. there goes the Devill, in a Sheepe-#skyn. <S {Fer}>. with all speed clap'd-#it vp sodainely: I cannot thinck, (sure) that the {Maid} over-#loves him: though being Married perhaps for her owne Creadit) now She intends performance of an honest duteous wife. (WIT:C:2:) ##{Seb}. Sir: I#'ue a world of Busynes; question . . .