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Comastes Facet: Olympa
Comast:

Had Fortune no way else to worke me out of
My fathers good opinion, but by my pisty and
dutye to him,? must she have bin A worse
stepdame to me then y
e Negro coulde have binn? I will acquainte Facetia w
t h what hath hapenned Least she poore Gentelwoman buildeing on my
Fortunes, be in this more miserable then she
thinckes, in y
t she thinckes me happier then I am: yet y
e sight of my Facetia somewhat restores me Aside—To Facetia

Haile thou y
t art ye wealth of pore Comastes But ne're to be injoyde, O that moore standes
by y
t wealth like ye conscience of ill gotten riches?

Olympa:

I'me confident my carriage nere deservd this
Language from you

Comast:

O trickes! trickes! and thers Lysander too; Alas
he never did me wronge neither; he nere abusd my
Father to my punishment—To Facetia.

Whilst for thy love I varied thus my shape, &
seemde not what I was, I am not what I was
I'me disinherited, I heare for hindringe y
t foule

staine to her sex, nay her owne coūtrye complexions
For pranckeinge it in my Facetias roome; though
That had bin far worse too.

Facetia:

Y
r anger in this [place] cause is quite misplaced But if thy noble blood will Justly boyle
Let me give weight to'te. y
e prize of thy longe Suite is given to one who never strove
for it: my father intends me
for Lysander.

Comast:

yea, this I lookt for,: why shoulde he marry thee
To beggery. I must be poore still: Comastes cannot
call so much his owne, Removde but this one single
pace from thee, as was before
steps to Facetia
Farewell ther's no happynes in birth or love.

Facet:

But stay you are not dis[[illeg.]]inherited.

Comast:

No more; Ile not be fl[[illeg.]]attered into A hope againe

Facet:

A hope? Tis certainty: I have acquainted y
r father w
t h all ye circumstance, and yr fortune standes there as faire as ever, if you'le but contrive a way to
Rescue me from Lysander—. thers all I feare

Comast:

My better life! what should I doe?

Facetia:

The moore loves thee, by her thou shalt vnderstande
all passages: as occasion shall p
rsent it selfe be ready Farewell, I have jealous eyes over me

Exeunt Facetia Olympa.
Comas:
I did not truely live vntill this minute
My birthright is by her restorde agayne

And somewhat more then life: he y
t gave me life, hath not y
e guideinge of her love: but I must arme my selfe, & if all fayle me not—. but what can
Fayle me y
t my Facetia[s] has assurde me of Facetia's mine.

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