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Scena 6a.

Florimond Calidor. Diocles. Captaine. Beotto:
Flor.

What does that ffoole doe here?


Beot.

I They are Fooles with you that would be
Kings; but I would you would not robbe mee of
my Right


Flor.
Away wt h him.

Dio.
Begon be gonne.

Beotto.
Well; there are Gods aboue.

Cal.
What strange ffellowe's this?

Flor.
A ffrantique yt sharkes here about ye Court.
Hee Came to th'Lords at Death of ye Queen's ffather

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Exeunt Beotto. Capt. Diocles.
And swore hee had Reuelation from the Gods
To Demand the Crowne, as his Right, wt h such Whimseyes
As but make him to the Court Ridiculous,
And soe hee passeth. But, My noble ffriend,
I must not wast my Breath, for I shall want
To pay my Thankes to Heauen. To Morrow Calidor
Thou must waite on the Nuptialls of the Queene;
My Hopes are Answerd, ffrend, & Secretly,
With next Sunne, I shall wedd her, in her Clossett.

Cal.
I wonder at yor ffather tho

Flor.
O ffriend,
My ffate has broke his Plottes what ere they be
And the blest Morne shall see mee Court a Bride
As faire as his Owne Mistrisse

Cal.
Hymen be there,
And all his Blessings; May you teach Uenus Ioyes,
And Chaine Peace Captiue euer to yor Land.

Flor.
Putt off thy Wounds to Morrow; Thou shalt dance
And in the Cradle of Her blessed Chinne
Lay all thy Greifes asleepe. Come quickly Morne,
Or else my Ioyes will turne mee into Ayre;
O Calidor! Is shee not Sweet? All Goodnesse?
All Heauen? All Delight? Gods be not Wrath,
If I forget my Orizons to Night
In Dreaming of her face.

Cal.
You doe Oblige 'em
To showre downe Blessings on you; Be you happie,
And if your Fortune Call to Draw a Sword
I haue an Arme, & One I hope will Cutt.

Flor.
I thanke thee ffriend, & what this Honor Drawes
Along with it, is thine—But I would doe,
And not talke Much.