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_Dor._ What, will the favourite prop my falling fortunes?
O prodigy of court! [_Aside_
[_Emp. and_ BEND. _return to_ DOR.
_Emp._ Your friend has fully cleared your innocence;
I was too hasty to condemn unheard,
And you, perhaps, too prompt in your replies.
As far as fits the majesty of kings,
I ask excuse.
_Dor._ I'm sure I meant it well.
_Emp._ I know you did:--This to our love renewed.-- [_Emp. drinks._
Benducar, fill to Dorax. [BEND. _turns, and mixes a Powder in it._
_Dor._ Let it go round, for all of us have need
To quench our heats: 'Tis the king's health, Benducar, [_He drinks._
And I would pledge it, though I knew 'twere poison.
_Bend._ Another bowl; for what the king has touched,
And you have pledged, is sacred to your loves.
[_Drinks out of another Bowl._
_Muf._ Since charity becomes my calling, thus
Let me provoke your friendship; and heaven bless it,
As I intend it well. [_Drinks; and, turning aside, pours some
drops out of a little vial into the
Bowl; then presents it to_ DORAX.
_Dor._ Heaven make thee honest;
On that condition we shall soon be friends. [_Drinks._
_Muf._ Yes, at our meeting in another world;
For thou hast drunk thy passport out of this.
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