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Enter PHILOTIS1 and SYRA.
I' faith, Syra, you can find but very few lovers who prove constant to their mistresses. For instance, how often did this Pamphilus swear to Bacchis--how solemnly, so that any one might have readily believed him--that he never would take home a wife so long as she lived. Well now, he is married. SYRA
Therefore, for that very reason, I earnestly both advise and entreat you to take pity upon no one, but plunder, fleece, and rend every man you lay hold of. PHILOTIS
What! Hold no one exempt? SYRA
No one; for not a single one of them, rest assured, comes to you without making up his mind, by means of his flatteries, to gratify his passion with you at the least possible expense. Will you not, pray, plot against them in return ? PHILOTIS
And yet, upon my faith, it is unfair to be the same to all. SYRA
What! unfair to take revenge on your enemies? or, for them to be caught in the very way they try to catch you ? Alas! wretched me! why do not your age and beauty belong to me, or else these sentiments of mine to you?
1 Philotis: This is a protatic character, or one that helps to introduce the subject of the Play, and then appears no more.
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