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The sixth Scœne.

To them Ciceley and Bellamie.
Bella.
What place is this? a common Ale-house?

Cice.
Feare you nothing, but put on confidence.

Fran.
I have seene that face, the figure's in my heart.
'Tis surely she: her habit cannot mock
My knowing sense. I'le venture on the tryall.

Geo.
This is his Milke-maid sure. I still suspected
'Twas some disguis'd name to conceale a Mistris.
Now by my life shee's faire; I envy him;
And my desires have almost tempted me
To put in for a share: but friendship checks it.
Shee may perhaps be vertuous, and well borne,
And worthy his resolves: my Citie beauty
Shall serve at this time.

Fran.
Didst thou thinke that maske
Could veile thee from my soules distinguishing?
Wherein thy form's imprest, which fancie shews me
At every change of thoughts.

Cice.
Clothes have not alter'd
My person nor condition. I am still
Plaine Ciceley and your hand-maid. This exchange
Proceeds but from an honest merriment:
And when you understand the story right,
You'l make a faire construction.

Fran.
'Twere a sinne
To thinke amisse of thee; teares cannot expiate.
When thou art mine, I'le feed thy appetite
With pleasures best variety. Taylors dayly
Shall shape proportions for thy dainty body,
To make invention pregnant of new fashions.
Th'Exchange shall be thy Wardrobe to supply
Thy will with choyce of dressings. t'hearken out
A jewell to adorne thee, if the value
Exceede not my estate; I'le sell it all
To purchase thy content.

Cice.
Your promises
Are much too large. My too unworthy service
Cannot deserve to be commanded by you.
Gallant I'le trye you.

Fran.
Th'extasie hath made me
Forget my friend: 'tis shee George chang'd in habit.

Geo.
I am your servant faire one, and my heart
Vow's an obedience when your commands
Assigne me any taske.

Bella.
I doe not like
The courtship of these gallants: 'tis grosse flattery,
And tends I feare to ill.

Fran.
Come dearest will you
Accept the entertainment of this place?
Some worthy company within expects me.

Cice.
I shall straine modesty, you excusing it.
Come maid.

Bella.
Why should I feare; that have defence
From Worthgoods love, and mine own innocence?

Exeunt.