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Scen: 6a.
Lysander & Facetia.Facetia:
What meanes Lysander?
Lysand:
Give me leave to confess
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And yet what neede I to express it, when
It is supposde, nothinge on earth like you
Workes miracles: when I was lightest vainest
To please ye good old man; yr fathers minde
Was ye revealed cause; but ye first motor
The very swada of't was thy selfe Facetia:
Whom (while I personated mirth) my thought
I pleasd as much as Lepidus or else
All sporte had bin vnpleasante to Lysander,:
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To put of all humanity, to mock my vncles
True though somewhat perverse love
Laugh att his imperfections or Piscinus
Or ye rest, but that my soule thought it conducent
To make thee merry, not content my selfe.
Facetia:
But in good sooth to Cæcilius thow wert too cruell
whom for his sonnes sake (A sweet Gent:) thou
mightst have a little pittied (and if reporte be
True) (but that Ime sure will Lye, I hope it does
here) cheifely for A daughter, once y
e old man had
They say you lovde.
Lysand:
True my Facetia, & I still do love
Of sweet Olympa (for so was her name)
As much as doth survive her memory:
But she her selfe is deade, and after her—
Nay had I knowne thee then and but knowne her
My judgemente coulde not so have erde as not
To haue prferd thy beauty, & thy vertues
Though here were rare ones too—
Facet:
He is armde wt h crafte: I muste dissemble
Aside
now though wt h my freinde—
Lysander know my father hath com̄ended
Yr suite longe time before you vttered it
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But yet Lysander you know ye game of Love
So well so skillfullye—
That tis noe rude or boysterous sporte
What delight is th[[illeg.]]r in rusheinge on A mate
Though Lovely: I am yr s Though not vpon instante
Push/ of marriage,: letts take of (as we have
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These lovers: and expecte A pleaseinge Crowne
(If yt Facetia can bestow it on thee.)
Of all thy quainte endeavors.
Lysan:
Would I heaven or any pleasure,
Sweet Ile sist thy witt
Facet:
You still engage me
Lysan
Wee'l still binde one another
Exeunt Lys: Fac.
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