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Scæna prima.
Enter Acanthe, two, fower, or fiue with vizards.Acanthe.
You know your charge, giue it action, and expect
Rewards beyond your hopes.
1.
If we but eye 'em,
They are ours I warrant you.
2.
May we not aske why
We are put vpon this?
Acanthe.
Let that stop your mouth,
And learne more manners groome, tis vpon the hower
In which they vse to walke heere, when you haue 'em,
In your power, with violence carry them to the place
Where I appointed, there I will expect you,
Be bold, and carefull.
Exit Acanthe.
Enter Mathias and Baptista.
1.
These are they.
2.
Are you sure?
1.
Am I sure I am my selfe?
2.
Cease on him strongly, If he haue but meant
To draw his sword. 'tis ten to one we smart fort.
Take all aduantages.
Mathias.
I cannot guesse
What her intents are, but her carriage was
As I but now related.
Your assurance
In the constancie of your lady is the armor
That must defend you, whers the picture?
Mathias,
Heere.
And no way alter'd
Baptista.
If she be not perfit,
There is no truth in art.
Mathias.
By this I hope
She hath receiu'd my letters.
Baptista.
Without question
These courtiers are rancke riders, when they are
To visit a handsome lady.
Mathias.
Lend me your eare.
One peece of her entertainment will require
Your deerest priuacy.
1.
Now they stand faire
Vpon 'em.
Mathias.
Villaines.
1.
Stop their mouths, we come not
To trie your valures, kill him if he offer,
To open his mouth, we haue you, tis in vaine
To make resistance, mount 'em and a way.
Exeunt.
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