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Scen: 3a

Lysander solus wt h 2 baggs of monye in his hands.
Lysan:
O for A lookeinge glass I am in Love
In love wt h my selfe. I did not hope
The brayne of man coulde haue contrivde A plott
For these 2 leather coats inlargement
You are welcome to ye day ye rustye buff jerkin[g]s.
In what Iron-bounde chests have you wintred trow
These score of years? foh they are foustye
For want of ayreinge: letts see are you legitimate
He lookes in his baggs
You haue bin kept vp close like sacred stampe
Wt h noe less care then monumentall coyne
But now you[r] are currante monye: quicksilver
The golde is angell, and Ile sett it flyeinge
No more shall tediouse mattiers be powred out
To ye deafe Dyetyes, no more ye vnthrifty heire
Make [y]earlye visitts to yr vnhallowed shrine
And leave his lande bounde vp in wa[y]x and velame
For yr 6 months attendance: you[r] are strangers
Here in Naples. come wt h me, Ile shew you ye towne
And many I'me sure yt will joy to see you.