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Scen. 7.

Anteros, Loueall.
Loue.
What sai'st thou now my Anteros?

Ant.
What say I?
I say thou art an arch-dissembler,
A workman in the trade: By all that's good,
I should haue been thus gull'd my selfe, thou didst
So smoothely act it, with such passion,
And anger at their incredulitie.
I was afraid thou would'st haue beat the foole,
Because he would not let himselfe be gull'd
So soone as thou wouldst haue him, but stay now—
How shall we dresse our other brace?

Lou.
That province
Is yours; as for mine owne, you see I haue
Provided for them, and conveniently:
Yet if you will embrace my counsell, write
After the copie I haue set you, doe,
Behold a patterne, and see (happily)
A chest where Stipes in the dayes of old
Ha's kept tame Conies, now uninhabited.

Ant.
Right, but I feare, 'tis not capacious
Enough for both.

Lou.
'Tis nothing, looke you here,
See you that fine spruce new erected hogstie
On the other side of Stipes house?

Ant.
I doe.

Loue.
And doe you see it may be pinn'd without?
Hist, easily, softly, I'le fill up the time
They enter.
With some discourse, till you haue fram'd your count'nance.