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Lysander, Cæcilius, Boy.Lysand:
Hee's com̄einge, he has founde his way out of y
e intangled
Maze I put him in; How will he address himselfe now
for a fresh encounter? If I could thincke of any to
P
rfer he coulde not choose but make A Daynty property
for A playne wel deserveinge wench to be fastened vpon
And faith tis pitty he shoulde be other, Birth & beauty
are nicetyes by him vndiscerneable: Whats my Lady
in y
e darke? If this laste trick have not so jaded him
y
t he will come on noe more.—but I shall heare yt.
Cæcilius:
What? ravisht from my hande y
t I've bin so longe
in compassinge? just when y
e certaintye of my injoyinge
made me secure, and leave of this jealousy of watching
e house (Sirrah)?
Boy
Yes Sr
Cæcili:
It cannot be yt Facetia so truely affected me as
I beleevd, if she coulde be willinge to be severd from
Him whome her father had com̄ended to her.
But children are wilfull I have warrante for it by
one of myne owne. Knocke Sirrah and see if Lady
Facetia be retourned.
Boy
I will Sr
Hee's afraid belike yt if I matched wt h A lady of her
Complexion and composition I shoulde have others
To provide for, and so I will he may be sure
A strainger would not haue done so by me
Boy
Here's Lady Facetia Sr
Cæcili:
Wher, wher?
Facet:
I am glad to see you here againe Sr
Cæcili:
Good Soule Thou wert afraide then; I cannot
Blame thee
Facet:
When S
r? I know of noe such danger
Cæcili:
yes, yes, but what he getts by it, he may put
in his eye and see nere y
e worse, he shall
Enjoy nothinge of mine: what? leave me noe
Comforte? cease himself to be so, and take y
t from
me y
t shoulde be ye greater?
Facet:
O S
r, I finde how you vpon mistake, haue
builte A plott to ruine y
e innocency of poore
Comastes:
Cæcili:
Poore? Ile make him poorer then his / hopes
or covetous desire: else Ile miss my aime.
Facet:
But pray S
r not wt
hout sufficient grounde
Cæcilius
Do you pleade for him, whom he has (as much
as in him lay endeavored to divorce from me?
His cause shal speed y
e worse for haveinge so
Facet:
May I haue any credit w
t
h you Sr?
Cæcili:
Ile beleeve you better then my sen[s]ce deesee.
Facet:
Then S
r tis this, Comastes never did disjoyne
this hande from y
r
s,: He alwayes hath (whatsoever
you coulde or desyre or wish) so trustilye conveyed
into these armes: He made me love you when I
saw you not; & for this last w
c
h you accuse him of
I must and will acquitt him, what he did was onely
Zeale to y
r abused honour, wast fitt
Vnto A Negro? so she was whome you then handeled
The moore who waytes vpon me here, was putt vpō you
By ye cun̄einge of Lysander in my steade.
Cæcilius
Then did not you goe wt h me?
Facet:
Further then my Fathers house I saw you not
Cæcili:
Must I then give ore y
e hopes you have cherished
in me all this while?
Facet:
Alass w
t
h noe prparation woulde you have vs
rush vpon y
e holy rite, wc
h you know requires its
solemne & due matureinge: After shorte time all will
be fitt for so grave A ceremonye
Cæcilius:
Facetia all shall be att thy disposeinge: I will expecte
beinge you say I shall Farewell. Comastes! all is thine
againe.—
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