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e. _Asan._ And she? What did my lady? She did repulse him sternly? _Lys._ Nay, indeed, She wept; was greatly moved, and whispered to him, "I am a wife." _Asan._ Peace, peace! I will not hear Another word. How little do they know thee, My white, pure dove! My Lord Lysimachus, Some glamour has misled thee. _Lys._ Well, my lord, I should rejoice to think it, but I cannot Deny my eyes and ears. Is not this noble The brother of the lady who was once At Bosphorus at Court, and now attends The Lady Gycia? _Asan._ Ay, indeed he is. _Lys._ Well, she is near at hand; if thy belief Inclines not to my tale--which yet is true-- Couldst thou not ask of her if ere your marriage Her brother was enamoured of your wife, And she of him? _Asan._ That might I do indeed. But, sooth to say, I would not speak again With her you name; and it may be indeed, Since well I know her, that the Lady Gycia, Who is angered with her for what cause I know not, Might well resent the converse. _Lys._ Prince Asander, There is no man so blind as he who closes His eyes to the light and will not have it shine, As thou dost now. _Asan._ Then will I see this lady, Though knowing it is vain. [_Exit_ ASANDER. _Lys._ I do not know What he will hear, but this at least I know: That woman loves him, and will lie to sow Dissension 'twixt these lovers--which accomplished, The rest is easy, and I hold this Cherson In the hollow of my hand. Ha! a good thought. I will send a message to the Lady Gycia Which shall ensure't. If she mislikes her friend, It is odds of ten to one some jealous humour Has caused it, or may grow of it. [_Writes._ "Dear lady, Thou art wronged; the Prince Asander presently Is with Irene alone. Seek them, and wring Confession of their fault." [_Summons a_ Messenger. Ho there! convey These to the Lady Gycia, but stay not To tell her whence they come. _Mess._ I go, my lord. SCENE IV.--IRENE'S _prison._ IRENE; _afterwards_ ASANDER _and_ GYCIA. _Ire._ To think that once I loved that haughty woman! Ah, that was long ago, before love came To tear our lives as
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