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Sce. 3.
Anteros, Loueall.Ant.
Nay 'tis no matter I deserue it all,
Troth I doe hope that he will bast me soundly.
Beshrow his fingers if he does not, soundly.
I must be in my tricks, forsooth, my tricks:
Haue my devices, and my turnes, my changes.
Enter Loueall.
But torment of all torments! here comes Loueall.
Why this is worse then fiue and twenty beatings;
O that some greedy vndertaker of liues
Would giue me but a double Stiuer now
For mine, that I might cozen him. As sure
As Death, or Iustice Hookes deuouring pawes.
I shall be ieer'd to death, immediatly.
It is a strange darke melancholly this
That thus torments my Sister, I haue beene
An houre with her, and in all that time
Cannot perswade her troubled soule to forme
The least ayre shee breathes, into articulate language.
But stay what haue wee here?
Ant.
Now it begin's.
Lou.
A man tyed to a tree?
Ant.
I would your tongue
Was tyed as fast; then there was hope I might
Escape with life.
Lou.
What are you fellow, speake?
Ant.
You may goe looke, goe meddle with your owne.
Lou.
So angry 'pray thee? how came thy hands in morgage?
Shall I redeeme them?
Ant.
Redeeme your owne land's I pray you,
Let me alone or else I'le spurne you—yet
Hee knowes mee not.
Lou.
Sure I haue seene that face.
Ant.
O, O, O—.
Lou.
Is't hee or not, ha? Anteros.
Ant.
No more.
Death not a word.
Lou.
But heauen and earth man! how
Comes this to passe? What has begot this change?
Ant.
Wilt thou vnty me? I will tell thee all.
Lou.
But pray thee Anteros.—
Ant.
But pray thee Iack
Thou wilt vndoe me quite by thy delayes,
Wilt thou vndoe me?
Lou.
'Tis not a friendly part.
Ant.
Pox o'that ieast, as common as a woman,
Or her Synonomy; wilt thou vnty mee?
He vntyes him.
Lou.
'Tis done.
Ant.
Thou art my Patron Loueall, So.
But stay a while, I must desire your ayde
A little further.
Lou.
What has hee now in hand?
[He pulls off his Shepheards robes which were aboue his owne, pluckes Garters, Pumps, Roses, a Band out of his Pocket.]
Ant.
Can you become a peaceable man?
Lou.
How now?
A Snake, a Snake; hee's young againe, ha, ha, he.
What? Pinkes and Roses too? Why so, hee pluckes
Iune out ot's pecket.
Ant.
Can you be quiet yet?
Lou.
And Garters too?
Ant.
That slippery tongue of yours
I doubt will spoyle all.
Lou.
What? and a band? so, so;
The vayle of Tempe's not so fresh, the picture,
Layes by her freeze-coate, and turnes Forrester.
Ant.
Thus far it prospers, once more your help sweet Iack,
Nay come, and take me that same rope againe,
And binde me as I was before, directly
In the same garbe you found me—Doe not stand
Gazing, but do't.
Lou.
Thou art not mad I hope?
Ant.
If I be mad, I will not trouble you
For counsaile, nor for Physick; nay wilt thou come?
But hold a little, I must first borrow of you
Your Hat, and Sword.
[Hee lends him his hat and sword.]
Lou.
Which way this plot will looke
I know not—there—come let me see your hand's
Since you wil needs.
Ant.
Why now thou'rt right, thou'rt right,
Lou.
What will you haue me doe besides? come on,
Your legges too if you will.
Ant.
No more, St. harke.
The Sheepheards doore. Trouble vs not good Loueall.
Onely stand close and heare.
Lou.
What should this meane?
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