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COUNTESS OP WINCHILSEA 293 �That we may think, what terms will best become, �And soften, what the Gen'rall must be told. 90 �Elan. Where shall I meet with thee again, Carino? [Aside. �Car. I'll waite you in the Grove, that fronts the Pallace, A Lute, and voyce, shall tell the place directly. �Exeunt Aub: Month: Blan: Car. �Lin. Lett's seek Bivalto, Since what we've mark'd our selves, I long for more discourse, upon the subject. [Exeunt. �Enter Rivalto �Riv. They're now engag'd, both in my dark contrivance; What I have next to doe ; Will be to fleece 'em of the wealth I want: And then lett Fortune, as they're fools, befreind 'em. 100 The rest of my dessigns, come bravely on, Already, has the General been treated Just as I meant he shou'd, when by forg'd letters I wrought on Biccio, to oppose his purpose, Which, may, provoke the State, he stands concern'd for And breed new troubles, to our haughty Master. For Blanfort too, something I must contrive, Which may, without my hand, cut off a Rival. And when I have expos'd Marina's fame, Making that use on't, my revenge exacts, 110 �I'll take her, humbl'd by the world's contempt, And flying to some far, some sweet retreat, Shake off these Vows, that manacle my Soul, And taste the joys, of liberty, and Love. �Tis luxury, not honour, I desire, �The real warmth, and not the painted fire ; �To all my senses, their full pleasures give �I care not how reproach'd or scorn'd I live. ��� �