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The fifth Scœne.

Enter Dorothy Svsan in the Balcone.
Artl.
See where my comforts Sun
Breaks through a clowd. Oh that this unkind distance
Might be contracted into lesser ayre:
I'de then convey my whispers to her eares;
And teach her understanding what delight
Society hath in it.

Ierk.

Sure thou hast not boldnes enough to speake to
her. Thou wouldst blush, and fall into some patheticall
booke discourse, or tell her the story of Hero and Leander,
to make her tendernesse whine. Tis not the way. Get
accesse to her; and after one mannerly salute, double and
treble thy kisses; tumble her a little, and if opportunity
serve, offer the rest: Magick hath not a Philter like it.

Ieffr.

Is not that a house (Cousin) where the Wenches
are?

Ierk.

Yes, questionlesse.

Ieffr.

I meane in the sense of—

Dorot.

Yonder Gentlemen observe us: let's be gone.

Susan.

Not yet (Mistris Dorothy.) Now I have drunke
a cup of Sack, I must be in love with one of them, him
that seemes most worthy of a gentleuman.

Dorot.

You have fall'n my glove.

Sus.

I'le fetch it.

Exeunt from the Balcone.
Artl.
Blest accident;
Why doe you stop my hast? let me embrace it.
Thus with religious worship doe I kisse
What your white hand hath hallow'd. Ha! shee's gone.
What envious mischiefe intercepts the meanes
Of my desired happinesse! or have mine eyes
Wasted their beames in gazing on the place
Where I first saw her, to imagination
Fancying her figure.

Ieffr.

Sure Cousin the gentleman is in love; he talks
very madly.

Artl.
Where are the powers of my intellect?
Reason and understanding have forsaken
Their proper seates, and left strong passions
To triumph o're this captiv'd Microcosme.

Ierk.

Now I see thou art mad: but prethee strive to
conceale it; the place is publique.