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Scene. I.

Maudlin. Douce.
Mau.
Have I not left 'em in a brave confusion?
Amaz'd their expectation? got their Venison?
Troubled their mirth, and meeting? made them doubtfull,
And jealous of each other? all distracted?
And, i' the close, uncertaine of themselves?
This can your Mother doe my daintie Douce!
Take anie shape upon her! and delude
The senses, best acquainted with their Owners!
The jolly Robin, who 'hath bid this feast,
And made this solemne invitation;
I ha' possessed so, with syke dislikes
Of his owne Marian, that all-bee 'he know her,
As doth the vauting hart, his venting hind,
Hee nêre fra' hence, sall neis her i' the wind,
To his first liking.

Dou.
Did you so distate him?

Mau.
As farre as her proud scorning him, could 'bate
Or blunt the edge of any Lovers temper.

Dou.
But were yee like her mother?

Mau.
So like Douce,
As had shee seen me her sel', her sel' had doubted
Whether had been the liker off the twâ!
This can your Mother doe, I tell you Daughter!
I ha' but dight yee, yet; i' the out-dresse;
And 'parraile of Earine! but this raiment,
These very weeds, fall make yee, as but comming
In view or ken of Aeglamour, your forme
Shall show too slipperie to be look'd upon!
And all the Forrest sweare you to be shee!
They shall rin after yee, and wage the odds,
Upo' their owne deceived sights, yee' are her!
Whilst shee (poore Lasse) is stock'd up in a tree:
Your brother Lorells prize! For so my largesse,
Hath lotted her, to be your brothers Mistresse;
Gif shee can be reclaim'd: gif not, his Prey!
And here he comes, new claithed, like a Prince
Of Swine'ards! sike he seemes! dight i'the spoiles
Of those he feedes! A mightie Lord of Swine!
He is command now, to woo. Lets step aside,
And heare his love-craft! See, he opes the dore!
And takes her by the hand, and helpes her forth!
This is true court-ship, and becomes his ray.