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Sc: 7a.

Enter Olympa in her true feature.
Olym:
Why do you stare? I am no ghost Lysander
What thincke you of this witness?

Lepid
What's here? A moore washt white?

Olim:
Yes Sr: such power hath love: se se Lysander
I have bin dead indeed: how could she live
Whose soule was gon in you? yr gentle prsence
Hath given[[illeg.]] me A new forme, o give me life too!
Thincke on thy former vows my constancy
For thee my bleedinge hearte hath made [th]mee quitt
What I thought dearest, Duty to my father
My libertye & feature.

Lysan:
It is indeed ye faire Olympas Voyce
Her tongue too; O my soule! enter againe
Into thy selfe: How hath thy wandringe thoughts
Abusde thy selfe & her thy lovde Olympa
Now lovde indeed? doe thou but pardon me
And be thou as yu werte againe, A Negro
I still shoulde love thee.

Lepid
How's this? will you not have my daughter then?

Lys:
And leave Olympa? heaven will curse yt match:

Lepid:
Hay day what will ye clowne do wt h Facetia trowe?
This is not like to prove her weddinge day
I must sende somebodye to fetch them backe
Exiturus
Enter Comast: in his owne shape wt h Facetia
How now my daughter & Comastes joynde
Hande in hande? & kneele too:

They Kneele
Comast:
Yes Sr ye very same; This yr faire daughter
And I longe since have tyed ye holy knott
Of love by mutuall vowes: but you opposenige
We durst not entertayne an open way
At length I marked How natures meaner broode
Wer here admitted; I did curse my selfe
For beinge perfect nay I maymd these limbes
To finde access, but for Facetias sake
Att length I maskde my selfe in yt rude guise
And by yr truste have wonne yr daughter.

Lepd:
Wonn her? ifaith and weare her

Cæcili:

Comastes are you ther marryed to Facetia?
Sirrah you came alonge hether villanus, and
shal retourne noe richer y
n ye clowne you personated, ene such A lease you shall finde
And Ile kno[w it [OMITTED]] for A good one when you
come to renwe it.

Facet:

Wont you make good y
r promise to Facetia Sr? you tolde me you woulde renistate him, when he
Divorcde you from y
e moore,: o what A fowle conjunction, what an abuse had you then
suffered had not his duty appeared?

Cæcilius
Tis true nideed, I had forgott yt curtesy
Twas A sonnes parte, Come Kneel, where are you?
soe—blessinge vpon you, may you see wt I cannot
good Italycon dayes. bringe me pretty grandechildren
Ile tende'm for you & teach'm childrens gibberish
I'me contented, & can triumph ore ye rest, in this yt
Though I have her not A wife, I have her A daughter
Though we cannot bedd weele boarde together, &
Live wt hin voyces Harmonye.

Olym:

O S
r yr loss is payde wt h double gaine missinge A wife you have two daughters fownde

Cæcil:

Facetia's now my childe; but whers the other?

Olymp:

Is y
r Olympa slipt out of yr memory

Cæcil:

Alass poore Girle she's gone[e] Lysanders false love
Kild her.

Olym:
O say not so deare father; I am she
Who live to call truest Lysander husbande.

Cæcil:
Sure tis her voyce; welcome, where hast yu bin?
Now I coulde wish to see but for an hower

Comas:
Olympa! is she alive?

Olym:
Brother you woulde have Kilde ye Moore

Comas:
Yr hande Lysander,! yr Wright done to Olympa
Hath wiped of all former nijuryes.

Lysan:
Yr pardon Sr.

Olym:
Nay Ile vndertake yr reconcilement,
Brother you shall forgive him.

Comast:
I am yrs.

Lysan:
And I shall ever love Olympas brother

Surda:
Sirrah what meanes all this?

Macil:
—makes signes


Surd:

Hows this? Surdato cheated of his love? Facetia was
I A man thus to be playd w
t hall,? macilento had not you A finger ni this Knavery?

Face:
Pray tell yr mr he hath not performde my taske

Mac:
—makes signes.


Surd:
Wt taske? not Hercules more ready att it then I;
Say must we slay beasts yet?

Macil:
Would we were to run̄e over all ye labors of
Hercules in such sorte. then we should haue sōe flesh

Facet:

I was vpon A vow Ime sure you coulde not
answeare it, It was to heare A storye of 2
Kinges: I thincke you coulde not have done it.

Lepid.

Will you be pleasde to feast y
r eyes on or Facetia, y
r eares did not suite you: but they may make you satisfaction.

Macil:
—makes signes.

Surd:

We will injoy thee w
t h what parte we can dearest of objects.

Facet.

You shal partake of Facetia as much as
hertofore you have.

Mac:
—makes signes.

Surd:

I am contented and somewhat more because
These monsters (whom otherwise I must have
slayne) have not nijoyde thee.

Lepid:
You Macilento for yr good service shall
Live in com̄ons here

Maci:
My stomacke is allayde, Ile whet my knife
And gaine A din̄er though he loose A wife
If I gayne not enough by this meale for halfe
A yeare I shall never be able to bringe ye yeare about

Lepid:
Ægid: & Piscinus you shall have yr baggs
agayne; nay frindes looke cherefull

Pisc
—Directs Lysander to give his bagg To Columella.


Colum:
I render thanckes thus doth my silence breake
Such instruements will make ye dumbe to speake.

Lysan:
Blest day in wc h amonge so manye turneinges
All have their full contents to crowne it more.
I've prpared one Sceane of Pompe intended
(Facetia) for or nuptialls: wc h though crosde
Is more Succesfull vnto both or wishes
Then had ye fates consented: [thus v[OMITTED] h[OMITTED]s]
We have injoyde what we did most desyre
Marriages like to or selves.
Growne to A happy paire.
Stay then till Hymen who hath joynde or hande
shall wt hhis prsence bless or nuptiall bande.