But grieve not you, for, when I set, you rise:
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{ Don Garcia has deserved to be your choice,
{ And 'tis a brother's duty to rejoice.
{ Vict. And yet, methought, you gave him not your voice.
Alph. You saw a sudden sickness left me weak;
I had no joy to give, nor tongue to speak:
And therefore I withdrew, to seek relief
In books, the fruitless remedies of grief.
Vict. But tell me what philosopher you found,