The way t'enjoy it is t'abjure it all.
Enough! I must be messenger my selfe,[190]
Disguis'd like this strange creature. In, Ile after,
To see what guilty light gives this cave eyes,
And to the world sing new impieties.
He puts the Frier in the vault and follows. She raps her self in the arras.
Exeunt [Servants].
LINENOTES:
[by the haire.] A omits.