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Scene II.

Enter (to him) Charita, Lucida.
Ansel.
What, without Lysis beauteous Sheepherdess?

Char.
The Nymph i'th' Hall at leisure entertains him,
Where Maugre all his love respect retaines him:
But why doth Hircan shun us with such cares?

Ansel.
Faith he's injurious to Charita's beauty.

Char.
But Ile be satisfied since't has no witness.

Lucid.
'Tis solitude that busies all his care,
And any pastime that's without himself,
Is a great torment to his musing minde.

Ansel.
You will not find it in that kind consent,
(to Lucid.)
Which he gives freely to an happy Lover.
Montenor.—

Lucid.
Sister pray admire with me,
(to Charita.)
That Plain, which gives us here so sweet a prospect.

Char.
But—Sister there is mystery in this language.
Does your mind wander with your eyes or no?
What, you blush?

Lucid.
Pish away.

Char.
Well, I pardon
The so secret disorder of your heart:
I fine.—

(to Anselm.)
Lucid.
You credit then this Barber's talk?

Ansel.
No, no, give no belief to what I say.
Farewell, Ile seek one that in this affaire,
Shall have more Rhetorick to perswade you: I
At least am sure, upon such pleasing terms,
Montenor rather will hear me than you.

Exit.