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Scena Secunda.
Enter Lopez Millanes Arsenio.Lop.
Sits the game there? I have you by mine order,
I love Leandro for't
Mil.
But you must shew it
In lending him your helpe, to gain him meanes
And opportunitie.
Lop.
He shall want nothing,
I know my Advocate to a hayre, and what
Will fetch him from his prayers, if he use any,
I am honyed with the project: I would have him horn'd
For a most pretious Beast.
Ars.
But you loose time;
Lop.
I am gon, instruct you Diego, you will find him
A sharpe and subtle knave, give him but hints
And he will amplifie: Se all things ready
I'll fetch him with a vengeance.—
Exit.
Ars.
If he faile now,
Wee'll give him over too,
Mil.
Tush he is flesh'd,
And knowes what vaine to strike for his owne credit.
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All things are ready.
Mil.
Then we shall have a merry Scene, ne're feare it.
Exeunt.
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