Ph. Constance, I love thee still.
Con.Sir!
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Ph.Oh! ’tis true ...
Reproach me not, Constance: my evil life
I have quite renounced. I used it but to learn
The wisdom of that other. I come back
From folly and idleness and evil days.
Whate’er hath been, Constance, I have not left thee:
There hath been nothing near thee, nothing like thee,