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Scene 3.

Enter Blaze, Ioylesse, Diana, Martha, Barb.
Bla.
My Lord, J am become your honours usher,
To these your guests. The worthy Mr. Ioylesse,
With his faire wife, and daughter in law.

Let.
They're welcome,
And you in the first place sweet Mistris Ioylesse.
You weare my ring J see; you grace me in it.

Ioy.
His Ring! what Ring? how came she by't?

Blaz.
Twill worke.

Let.
J sent it as a pledge of my affection to you:
For J before have seene you, and doe languish,
Untill J shall enjoy your love.

Ioy.
He courts her.

Let.
Next Lady—you—J have a toy for you too.

Mar.
My Child shall thanke you for it, when I have one.
I take no joy in toyes since J was marryed.

Let.
Prettily answer'd! I make you no stranger
Kind Mistris Blaze.

Bar.
Time was your honour us'd
Me strangely too, as you'll doe these I doubt not.

Let.
Honest Blaze,
Prethee goe in, there is an Actor wanting.

Bla.
Is there a part for me? how shall I study't?

Let.
Thou shalt say nothing.

Bla.
Then if I doe not act
Nothing as well as the best of 'hem, let me be hist.

Exit.
Ioy.
I say restore the Ring, and backe with me.

Dia.
To whom shall I restore it?

Ioy.
To the Lord that sent it.

Dia.
Is he a Lord? I alwayes thought and heard
Ith' Country, Lords were gallant Creatures. He
Looks like a thing not worth it: tis not his,


The Doctor gave it me, and I will keepe it.

Let.
I use small verball courtesie Mr. Ioylesse
(You see) but what J can in deed ile doe.
You know the purpose of your comming, and
I can but give you welcome. If your sonne
Shall receive ease in't, be the comfort yours,
The credit of't my Doctors. You are sad.

Ioy.
My Lord I would entreat we may returne;
I feare my wife's not well.

Let.
Returne! pray slight not so my courtesie.

Dia.
Besides sir I am well; and have a minde
(A thankfull one) to taste my Lords free bounty.
I never saw a play, and would be loath
To lose my longing now.

Ioy.
The aire of London
Hath tainted her obedience already:
And should the Play but touch the vices of it,
She'd learne and practise 'hem. Let me beseech
Your Lordships reacceptance of the un-
Merited favour that she weares here, and
Your leave for our departure.

Let.
J will not
Be so dishonoured; nor become so ill
A master of my house, to let a Lady
Leave it against her will; and from her longing;
J will be plaine wi'yee therefore: If your haste
Must needs post you away, you may depart,
She shall not not till the morning for mine honour.

Ioy.
Indeed tis a high poynt of honour in
A Lord to keepe a private Gentlemans wife
From him.

Dia.
J love this plaine Lord better than
All the brave gallant ones, that ere I dream't on.

Let.
Tis time we take our seats. So if you'll stay.
Come sit with us, if not, you know your way.

Ioy.
Here are we fallen through the Doctors fingers.
Into the Lords hands. Fate deliver us.

Ex. omnes.