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Cæcilius leadeinge Olympa, Lysander:
Cæcilius:
St a Claras in sight now Facetia is't not?

Lysand:
Yes yes we ken it well.

Cæcili:
If I burye thee faire one Ile builde A
chapple to thy memory it shall be caled
St a Facetia; in troth it shall for on my
conscience thy warme embrace will reinliven me

Olympa.
Honored Lysander yet be mercifull
Though not vnto my face. yet to my yeares
Joyne not my youth vnto his age, my fire to frost
Lay me not open to ye feirce revenge
Of his offended sonne

Lisander
Yr fire? thers no fire in thee thou charcole
Doe wt hstande yr owne prfermente and be
Strangled fort[e], doe.—