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Scena 13.

Placenta, Laurentio, Pandora, Endymion.
Plac.
Ha, ha, he.
Whilst the poore flye does sport her selfe too long
About the amorous flame, she burnes her wings.
Her counterfeiting of a Loue, is now
Turn'd into earnest. Endymion's now the man
She sweares she loues; as for the other two
She has forgot their very names already.

Lau.
Does not this woman name my sonne?
Let me see, is not this Endymion? it is hee,
Enter Pand. Endymion.
And with him a fayre gentlewoman. Ha?

Pand.
But tell me dearest, did thy Master Lucius.
Once loue thy sister Isabella so,
Whom now he has forsaken?

Endy.
Yes.

Pan.
Behold
That treachery repayd him.

Lau.
See, they kisse.

Pla.
But what old Gentleman is this?

La.
I'le shew my selfe.
All health to this faire loving couple.

End.
O,—

Lau.
Why do'st thou flie me?

End.
'Tis my father,—father
God saue you.

Lau.
Dearest sonne, my best of blessings.

End.
How haue you done sir, since I saw you last?

Laur.
As well as one can doe that has departed
With's onely daughter.

End.
Why, is my sister dead?

Laur.
I know not that, But I am sure her credit,
The candor of her name is perished.

End.
Good sir, as how? Instruct me.

Lau.
Ah Endymions.
Since that most treacherous Lucius left the Citie
I haue not seene her, onely I heare of her,
But little to my comfort.—But no more,
I haue forgot her, and her folly both.
Prepare thy selfe (my sonne) immediatly,
To leaue this place and service; for thy fortunes
(How e're they were before, slender and poore)
Must not now see thee hold a trencher for
A better man then Lucius. Thy old vncle
As he liv'd well, in a seasonable age.
Is gone into the graue, and by his will
Hath given to thee eight thousand pound, and three
Vnto thy sister, (though unworthy) what
Else he was worth in lands and goods, is mine.

Pla.
Pandora, kisse mee girle, kisse mee I say,
I haue deserued it, 'twas my invention,
My plot this (girle) th'art happy wench, th'art happy.

Pan.
Is this your father sweet?

End.
It is faire Mistris.
Sir, I congratulate our fortunes with you;
But if you doe desire to haue my joyes
Full and o'reflow their banks, grant me your leaue
To marry this faire Gentlewoman.

Laur.
Alas,
This is not in my power Endymion:
But if thou canst procure her friends consent—

Pan.
Sir feare not that, I will entreat my father.

Laur.
As for a portion, 'tis not thought upon
My son, if you be pleas'd.

End.
Sir, I am pleas'd,
Shee is to me most deare.

Pan.
Placenta, runne,
See if my father be within,—I know
Ex. Pla.
(Most worthy sir) that I shall win him to it.

Laur.
But canst thou tell no newes of Isabella,
Sweet son?

End.
No, none at all sir.

Lau.
Ah poore heart!
But 'tis no matter, I'le forget her quite.
Redit in scenam Plac.
Where is thy Mr Lucius?

End.
I know not.

Pla.
Your father's walk'd abroad with Mi s. Vrsely
Your sister, but whither, there's none can tell me.
As yet the plot concerning Constantina
to herselfe.
Is not descri'd.

Pan.
Most reverend sir, wilt please you
To walke into the pastures, peradventure
There we shall meet my father.

Lau.
But I had rather
That I could compasse that same villaine Lucius,
That he might heare what he deserues.

Liuely runns in, Nean. following with his sword drawne.
Nean.
Villaine.

Live.
I am undone.

Pla.
Ah me! Neander with his naked sword!
I'le runne in heere.

Pan.
Ah!

End.
Let's away good father.

Exeunt.