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The fifth Scœne.
Enter Y. Worthy, Artlove, Dorothy, &c.Y. W.
Nay, blush not Sister;
Though it be vertues colour. Say't agen.
Here are more witnesses.
Sir Gen.
Whence growe's this exultation?
Y. W.
From inward joy that she affects this gentleman,
Whose Vertues wonn
Vpon my love to be his Oratour;
And not respects infected with the mixture
Of any worse condition.
Sir Gen.
Doe you love him?
Dorot.
I hope to your kind judgement 'twill appeare
A vertuous truth.
Sir Gen.
If he be found deserving
In the dependances on bloud and fortune
I shall consent, and then may mutuall love
Render you happy.
Artl.
How am I blest that your white soule
Hath bounded it's desires within the circuit
Of my too narrow worth!
Sir Gen.
Supper not ready yet! I my servants are musicall;
please you Gentlemen to dance a little. 'Tis a healthfull
exercise; bid them prepare their instruments. Come,
come, settle to it.
I love to see a nimble activenesse
In noble youth; it argues active minds
In well shap't bodies, and begets a joy
Dancing within me.
Dance.
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