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Scæna Tertia.
Enter Jamy Millanes, Arsenio.Jam.
Angelo, Millanes, did you see this wonder?
Mil.
Yes, yes.
Jam.
And you Arsenio?
Ar.
Yes he's gon (Sir)
Strangely disguis'd, he's set upon his voyage.
Love guide his thoughts: he's a brave honest fellow,
Sit close Don Lawyer, ô that arrant knave now,
How he will stinke, will smoake againe, will burst:
He's the most arrant Beast.
Mil.
He may be more beast.
Ja.
Let him beare six, and six, that all may blaze him,
The villany he has sowed into my Brother,
And from his State the Revenue he has reach'd at:
Pay him, my good Leandro, take my praiers.
Ar.
And all our wishes plough with his fine white heifer.
Ja.
Marke him (my deare Friend) for a famous Cuckold,
Let it out-live his Bookes, his paines, and heare me,
The more he seeks to smother it with Justice,
Enter a Servant.
Let it blaze out the more: what news Andrea?
Andr.
Newes I am loth to tell ye: but I am charg'd (Sir)
Your Brother layes a strict command upon ye,
No more to know his house, upon your danger,
I am sorry (Sir.)
Jam.
'Faith never be: I am glad on't,
He keepes the house of pride, and foolery:
I meane to shun it: so returne my Answer,
'Twill shortly spew him out; Come, let's be merry,
And lay our heads together, carefully
How we may helpe our friend; and let's lodge neare him,
Be still at hand: I would not for my patrimony,
But he should crown his Lawyer, a learned Monster,
Come, let's away I am stark mad till I see him.
Exeunt.
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