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Scen: 7a.

Enter to Facet: Surdato & macilento.
Facetia:

This is to much to put vpon y
e father of my beloved Comastes: what tricke shall I devise to hinder theyr
Proceedinges—and opportunely loe Surdato, it
was his p
rsent, and he fittest to reduce it: I must put on A passion and speake through his mans years
Ah Macilento

Macilen:

Why weep you madam.

Facet:

The Negro y
t thy master gave me is stolne away by Cæcilius and his accomplices, & in her all my

Delight is lost.

Macilento
—Makes signe to his master ō his fingers


Surdat:
The Negro stolne? he had better he had stolne ye
Divell wc h way? wher is he? Ile disposses ye knaue
Legions of Divells enter him for't

Facet:
They are gone to ye Temple St Clara ther to be married

Surdat:
O Inabus Ile spoyle ye banes.
Come Macilento take harte

Ex[it] Surdato & Macilento
Facet:
This my Comastes love com̄andes; tis fowle
To abuse ye man yt did begett my soule.—

Exit