Excerpt from Comedies
A Grove near Naples.
Tancred and Roger.
Tancred. By Heaven! but I could almost hate my rank,
That it went nigh to rob me of myself.
Roger, but thou thou art not sociable;
Or else thou dst kept me amorous company,
And toward her cousin vented as sweet sighs
As I toward Rosalie. Could I but think
Thou wast in love: then wert thou perfect, whole.
Knowst thou where joy and sorrow are akin?
Roger. I know that love is crafty at invention.
Tanc. I"ll tell thee. Parents are they both of wisdom.
Roger. Like Hercles" labor "mong th" Hesperides,
Thy brain hath wrought a logic miracle,
Plucking such ponderous fruit from sapless soil.
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