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SCENA QVINTA.
Enter Fallacy.Fall.
These are the Dragons that so duely keepe
The golden fruit which I so long to crop:
Oh that I could inchant them! well, Ile trie:
Say, faithfull followers of young Intellect,
Is your deare Lord come by? or where's he gone?
Iudic.
How? our deare Lord come by; or where's he gone?
What meanes Lord Fallacy? did not great Discourse
Send for him by your Brother?
Inven.
We hither came, thinking to finde him here.
Fall.
I know not that, but this I doe assure you,
He is departed from the Court, and fled:
Thus much my love hath made me let you know.
Judic.
'Twere needlesse now for us to aske the cause,
Let's thinke upon some meanes to finde him out.
Invent.
Can you advise us Fallacy?
Fal.
Not I;
You better both can finde and judge what's fit.
Iudic.
I am amaz'd.
Invent.
And so I sweare am I.
Fal.
Well, if my counsell may doe any good,
I wish that both of you pursue him straight;
You towards Rhemes, Invention, and you
Iudicium to Verona, nor returne
Till you have found him: you may better seeke
In any place than here, where oh alas,
Discourse distracted is enough to affright
Farre stronger wits.
Invent.
Discourse distracted? how?
Fal.
O pardon me, I know not.
Iudic.
Come, let's goe,
You vexe him with your fruitlesse Questions.
Exeunt.
Fal.
Well may you speed, I would goe on your way,
But that my piety here bids me stay:
What are you gone? ne're may you meete againe,
Or meeting, ne're returne. I cannot like
Such curious fellows in strange. Common-wealths.
And now for yong Lord Intellect, my hope
Stands resolute of quickly taking him,
I may goe prosecute my chiefe designes.
Exit.
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