FLAMINEO
I have a strange thing in me, to th' which I cannot give a name, without it be Compassion. I pray leave me.
Exit Francisco.
This night I 'll know the utmost of my fate; I 'll be resolv'd what my rich sister means T' assign me for my service. I have liv'd Riotously ill, like some that live in court, And sometimes when my face was full of smiles,…