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Scena Tertia.

Enter Amaranta (with a note) and Moore.
Amar.
Is thy Master gone out?

Moore.
Even now, the Curat fetch'd him,
About a serious businesse as it seem'd,
For he snatch'd up his Cloak, and brush'd his hat strait,
Set his Band handsomely, and out he gallop'd.

Amar.
'Tis well, 'tis very well, he went out (Egla.)
As luckily, as one would say, goe Husband,
He was call'd by providence: fling this short paper
Into Leandro's Cell, and waken him,
He is monstrous vexed, and musty, at my Chesse-play;
But this shall supple him, when he has read it:
Take your owne recreation for two houres,
And hinder nothing.

Moore.
If I doe, I'll hang for't.

Exeunt.