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Scena VIII.

Enter to her Malevolo, Irato, Memor.
Mal.
Sir you and we were acted at the Court.
We loosers are made laughing-stocks, and sport
For open Stages.

Ir.
Tell my Sword the Author;
That it my write his doome upon his flesh.

Mal.
This Creature can informe us. Who I pray
Were your late witwrights in the Masque?

Conc.
Hope pend it,
My Father Amorous (without offence)
Contriv'd the Shew.

(Ex. Cont.
Mem.
This trick Malevolo
Was chiefly meant to you, because your pen
Hath scourg'd the Stage.

Ir.
However Lord Irato
Shall act a red Catastrophe on Liveby:

(Ex. Ir. and Mem.
Mal.
Ile watch his haunt and hunt him to his fall;
You Amorous too. This mirth of theirs at last
Shall close their sweetnesse with an Aloed tast.
These once remov'd, who can be great but I;
Whose word shall sway but mine? Then power is sweet
When Rubs are made the staires to mount our feet.
(Ex. Mal.