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Scæn. 6.

Enter Doron, reading.
I think I am provided now, if Poetrie
Will do't, my Carmila is mine; these
Wittie knaves, what fine devices they
Have got to fetter maidens hearts?
The Poet Orpheus made the Thracian
Dames dance after his pipe, and Ovid
Charm'd the Emperours daughter with
His Poetrie; there are some secret
Enter Carmila.
Charms in these same verses sure.
Let me see here what I have got.
Ha Carmila, look here, I think
You'l love me now.
Reads.
Carmila—A Miracle.

Car.
A miracle, for what, Doron?

Dor.
Why, a miracle of beautie, and I think
You'l be a miracle of folly, if you
Don't love me now.

Car.
What small Poet have you hired
To make a miracle of my name.

Dor.
Nay, I have more yet, and better,
That I found in the Nichodemus
Of Complements, that's a sweet book,
'Tis a very magazine of Poetrie, a
Store-house of wit; do but hear
Them Carmila.

Car.
Let's hear them, Doron, are they
Worth a laughing at? Let's hear.

Dor.
Well, well, it is no laughing matter; but I'm
Sure your laughing ha's made me crie.
Now Carmila, you must imagine that 'tis
I, and only I, say this to you, and none but you:
For the unhappy wag ha's so fitted my
Fancie, as if 'twere made for no bodie but me.
What think you now, Carmila, is not this
Admirable? if these strong lines will
Not draw your love, I know not what will.

Car.
Had it been your own mother-wit,
Doron, I could have like't it well:
But for you to father the brat of
Another's brain, is too ridiculous.
I like your love much better than your
Hackney lines: but bought wit's best.

Dor.
If you like not my lines, because they are
None of mine, you will not love my
Heart neither, for that's not mine, but yours.

Car.
Yes, Doron, if you have given me your
Heart, I will not die in your debt, but
Give you mine in exchange for yours.

Dor.
Than welcome to me my new found heart,
We'l live, and love, and never part.

Exeunt.