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Scen: 2a.
Lysand: Lepid: Facetia—Lysand:
If you leade him on thus madam hee'le beleeve shortly
y
r affection to him is seriouse
Facet:
I do not love y
e sporte you make my father, so well
As for it to affect Killinge in jest. Alas A harsh worde
woulde have broke his hearte
Lepid:
So; now tis as it shoulde be, I woulde have both you
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e contrivance of some fine thinge, shoulde please me better then all Lysander has plotted by himselfe
Two witts are better than one; you conceive [[illeg.]] mee.
Lysand:
She wounde vp Cæcilius to his former pitch againe
for all our tricke of y
e Negro
Lepid:
We must not practise to much vpon him, I beginn to
Suffer in y
e xtremitye of mirth. twere time to thincke
whome she might now properly make her owne, Thincke
thincke Facetia, thincke thincke Lysander: Facetia you
Exeunt
diversim.
need not looke farr; Lysander hath don y
r father none of ye
worst offices. Lysander every man shoulde not haue my daughter
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