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Act.5.Sce.
Ent, Ioylesse and Byplay.
Ioy.
No,
Ile meet her with more joy then I receiv'd
Upon our marriage-day. My better soule.
Let me againe embrace thee.

Byp.
Take your dudgeon Sir,
I ha done you simple service.

Ioy.
O my Lord,
My Lord, you have cur'd my jealousie, I thanke you;
And more, your man for the discovery;
But most the constant meanes, my vertuous wife,
Your medicine my sweet Lord.

Let.
she has tane all
I meane to give her sir Now sirrah, speake.

Byp.
I brought you to the stand from whence you saw
How the game went.

Ioy.
Oh my deare, deare Diana.

Byp.
I seem'd to doe it against my will, by which I gain'd
Your bribe of twenty peeces.

Ioy.
Much good doe thee.

Byp.
But I assure you, my Lord give me order,
To place you there, after it seemes he had
Well put her to't within.

Ioy.
Stay, stay, stay, stay;
Why may not this be then a counterfeit action,
Or a false mist to blinde me with more error?
The ill I fear'd may have beene done before,
And all this but deceit to dawbe it ore.

Dia.
Doe you fall backe againe?

Ioy.
Shugh, give me leave.

Byp.
I must take charge I see o'th' dagger againe.

Let.
Come Ioylesse, I have pitty on thee; Heare me.
I swear upon mine honor she is chast.

Ioy.
Honor! in oath of glasse!

Let.
I prithee Heare me.
I try'd and tempted her for mine owne ends,
More then for thine.

Ioy.
That's easily beleev'd.

Let.
And had she yielded, I not onely had
Rejected her (for it was ne're my purpose,
(Heaven I call thee to witnesse) to commit
A sinne with her) but layd a punishment
Upon her, greater then thou couldst inflict.

Ioy.
But how can this appeare?

Let.
Doe you know your father Lady?

Dia.
I hope I am so wise a childe.

Let.
Goe call
In my friend Truelocke,

Byp.
Take your dagger Sir
Now I dare trust you.

Let.
Sirrah dare you foole.
When I am serious? send in master Truelocke.

Exit Byp.
Dia.
That is my fathers name.

Ioy,
Can he be here?

Let.
Sir, I am neither conjurer nor witch,
But a great Fortune-teller, that you I finde,
You are happy in a wife sir, happier—yes
Happier by a hundred thousand pound,
Then you were yesterday—

Ioy.
So, so, now he's mad.

Let.
I meane in possibilities: provided that
You use her well, and never more be jealous.

Ioy.
Must it come that way.

Let.
Looke you this way sir,
When I speake to you, ile crosse your fortune else,
As I am true Letoy.

Ioy.
Mad, mad, he's mad,
Would we were quickly out on's fingers yet.

Let.
When saw you your wives father? answer me?

Ioy.
He came for London foure dayes before us.