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A scratch: it is within, to see this beauty;
For by all circumstance it was her brother80
Whom my unlucky sword found out to-day.

⁠Sabrina. Oh, my too cruel fancy![Weeps

⁠Samorat. ⁠It was indeed
Thy sword, but not thy fault; I am the cause
Of all these ills. Why do you weep, Sabrina?

⁠Sabrina. Unkind unto thyself and me,85
The tempest this sad news has rais'd within me
I would have laid with tears, but thou disturb'st me.
O Samorat,
Hadst thou consulted but with love as much
As honour, this had never been.90

⁠Samorat. I have no love for thee, that has not had
So strict an union with honour still,
That in all things they were concern 'd alike;
And, if there could be a division made,
It would be found, honour had here the leaner share:95
'Twas love that told me 'twas unfit that you
Should love a coward.

⁠Sabrina. ⁠These handsome words
Are now as if one bound up wounds with silk,
Or with fine knots, which do not help the cure,
Or make it heal the sooner. O Samorat,100
This accident lies on our love like to
Some foul disease which, though it kill it not,
Yet will't destroy the beauty; disfigure't so,
That 'twill look ugly to the world hereafter.

⁠Samorat. Must then the acts of fate be crimes of men?105
And shall a death he pull'd upon himself
Be laid on others?
Remember, sweet, how often you have said
It in the face of heaven, that 'twas no love,
Which length of time or cruelty of chance110
Could lessen or remove. Oh, kill me not
That way, Sabrina! This is the nobler.
Take it, and give it entrance anywhere[Kneels, and presents his sword
But here; for you so fill that place, that you
Must wound yourself.

⁠Orsabrin. ⁠Am I so slight a thing?115
So bankrupt? So unanswerable in this world
That, being principally in the debt,
Another must be call'd upon, and I