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For why, the reason doth appear,
A minute's true love is a year.
Then take your fill of joy and bliss,
And spend short days in happiness;
True to each other in all things,
Till to heaven you mount on angel’s wings.
Your offspring too are of a short-date,
A base vile wretch for their estate,
Shall by strange means send them on high,
To find you out above the sky.
This only being taken for a device of some of the revellers to quell their joy, the lovers minded it not, but possessing each other to the full of their longing desires, imagined they were happy, above the reach of misfortunes; in which extacy of imagination I will leave them at present, and say something on the brother, who was as much perplexed as they were overjoyed.
How Androgus, brother to Pisaurus, desirous of his estate, laid this project.
ANDROGUS, beginning to despair of possessing his brother's estate, cast about and considering many ways,
