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Scen: 6a.

To them Lysander Olympa
Lysan:
Bee wise Nigella see wher ye dotarde standes,
This fowleness cannot so improper be
Matcht to his blindness (for [[illeg.]]to it thou art faire)
As my Facetias gloryes wc h are lost
If not injoyde in perfect complemente.

Olympa:
Should I consent my Soule were blacker farr
Then this my face; t'impose vpon my father
And wrought to[o]'t by Lysander: this my ougly hue
Would best become thee thou false treacherous man
O that Comastes knew this.

Lysander privately wt h Lepidus
Lysand:
Twill be ye whole Talke of Naples
Every scean will ringe wt h ye storye of ye
Blinde knight & ye blacke Lady: ye pennyless
Poets will have subject for A whole vacation
And need not pumpe their witt drawne heads
For plotts, from twenty meetings stolne.

Lepid:

I liket tis true Lysander: Beauty speake
this to Olympa
you had best be rulde; I shal send you into
y
r owne countrye againe else into Cim̄erian Darkeness, or if you stay here hāge you vp
w
t h yr fellow complexions ye gammons in ye chimnye. m
r s westfalia I shall.

Climpa
What shal I do my Lord, for sake my Lady?
Marriage affordes not that sweet liberty
As doth Facetias service.

Lysander:
Looke how ye Coxcombe groapes, now we may give
her trimly, but Ile be her father come:
Lends one of yr pothooke fingers.

Olym:
Oft hast yu kist yt hande thou now dis[g]gracest
Asid
I will do any thinge rather then quit my service

Lysander:
Here sr you courte a vacuū a mere emptines
Here here's the sweet ayre yts worth a takeinge.

Lepid:
I have conjurde her to't; she shall not say you nay
Facetia you see yr husbande

Olympa kneeles
Olymp:
Since you com̄ande I must and will obey.

Cæcilius kneeles
Lepid:
The blessinge of A foole light on thee

Aside
Cæcilius:
Yr humble sonne in law, dee see.

Lysand:
A fine game at Barlye-breake; & ye first couple in hell

Cæcilius.
Come, come, Ile to ye temple instantly
And this night begett A cupid; dee see

Lepid:
yea, that may come by kinde

Olympa:
I goe wt h you in dutye not in Love
To the Temple we both will goe He to A weddinge
I to A funerall.

Exeunt: manet Facetia.