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Lepidus Lysand. To them ye rest in order.Lepid:
O myne owne Physitian, thou hast given me y
e best
Cordiall I ere tooke. A dozen of loue fooles next ones
harte.—oh tis y
e very Antidote of age. I shall
out live nectar, if I escape y
e surfeit of this
one weekes laughter
Lysand:
And what is y
e crowne of my joy, they have all wooed
for me: doubt it not S
r Ile finde you as much sporte
after y
e weddinge as any I have yet prsented: Facetia
and I will take counsaile of our pillowes to enlarge y
r pleasure—
O it joyes my harte to thincke what A frye of
Witty youngsters you two will bringe me
I longe for variety, I'me almost cloyde wt h
This sporte, letts now send them & their follyes
to rest at home: but hast taught her to put them
of handsomelye.
Lysand
Taught her? her nimble witt run̄e away w
t
h it
before I coulde discover halfe y
e contrivance
she has it perfect twill outdoe all y
e reste.
But when they once come to projection—
Besydes she has founde out y
e most trimmest
way of abuseinge them.—but Ile not forestall
her witt.—
Lepid:
Nay if her witt had not kept me alive I had
binn deade before her mother. but see ye flyes
beginn to swarme; heres the signe
he discryes
Of Hercules w
t
h a pillar at his backe.
Piscin: entring
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