THE SPANISH TRAGEDIE

Enter HORATIO, BEL-IMPERIA, and PEDRINGANO. HOR. Now that the night begins with sable wings. To ouer-cloud the brightnes of the sunne, And that in darkenes pleasures may be done, Come, Bel-imperia, let vs to the bower, And there is safetie passe a pleasant hower. BEL. I follow thee, my loue, and will not backe, Although my fainting hart ... ................
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