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The .iii. scene of the furst act.
Here dauus spekyth all to hymself.Dauus. Allone.
To
slog or slepe haste thow no tyme daue
Syth I perseyue the old manys mynd & will
Towchīg the weddīges which of they ne be
Craftely prouydid for in fayth they will
Me or Pamphylus vtterly spill
Nor I wot not wath is best to do
Pamphylus to help or lene the old man to
Syth I perseyue the old manys mynd & will
Towchīg the weddīges which of they ne be
Craftely prouydid for in fayth they will
Me or Pamphylus vtterly spill
Nor I wot not wath is best to do
Pamphylus to help or lene the old man to
His lyfe do I fere if I him leue
yf I hym help the old mannis thretenyng
whom very hard it wilbe to disceyue
For now of this loue he hath an ynkelyng
In his angre euer he will me be waching
That no disceptis I shall to the weddingis do
yf he ony perseyue I am than vndo
yf I hym help the old mannis thretenyng
whom very hard it wilbe to disceyue
For now of this loue he hath an ynkelyng
In his angre euer he will me be waching
That no disceptis I shall to the weddingis do
yf he ony perseyue I am than vndo
yf it be but his plesure yet will he
By hoke or croke some cause fynd anon
That in to the bakhous put I shalbe
And among other mischeffis yet this is one
This woman of androw his wyfe or leman
whether she be is her tyme nere
Grete wyth chyld by pāphylus as she may gon
And it is a world there boldnes to here
By hoke or croke some cause fynd anon
That in to the bakhous put I shalbe
And among other mischeffis yet this is one
This woman of androw his wyfe or leman
whether she be is her tyme nere
Grete wyth chyld by pāphylus as she may gon
And it is a world there boldnes to here
For lyke mad men they begyn yet
And not lyke louers for promysid haue they
what so euer she haue to norish it.
And now among theym they feyn & say
That she shold be a Cytycin and this they ley
There was a marchaunt whose ship brake truly.
At the yle of androw and he ther did dy.
And not lyke louers for promysid haue they
what so euer she haue to norish it.
And now among theym they feyn & say
That she shold be a Cytycin and this they ley
There was a marchaunt whose ship brake truly.
At the yle of androw and he ther did dy.
Then chrysis father toke vp glycery
Cast from the ship lytle and fatherles
But I think theym fables and nothing lykly
how beit the tale plesith theym well dowtles
But cōmyng forth yonder I se myses
But to the market to warn pāphylus now will I
Lest his father do opresse him sodaynly
But I think theym fables and nothing lykly
how beit the tale plesith theym well dowtles
But cōmyng forth yonder I se myses
But to the market to warn pāphylus now will I
Lest his father do opresse him sodaynly
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