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Scen. 3.
Dau.Vpon my faith now Dauus here's no leasure
Left thee, to rest or dreame vpon the matter;
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Touching this wedding: which not wisely holpen
Me or young Master vndoes vtterly.
Nor can I iudge my best course, him to succour,
Or leane to the old mans counsell: forsake him?
I doubt his life; assist him? th'others threats;
Whom to o're reach it's hard. First h'as discouerd
All of their loue: then keepes hard watch o're me,
Least I should lead some trumping card in th'way:
Which if he finde, I'm lost: or else at pleasure
Heele take occasion, be it right, be it wrong;
And to the Mill I shall be tumbled headlong.
To all these hazards comes another mischiefe:
This Andrian woman, be she his wife, or lemman,
Is great with childe by him. Now, tis worth nothing
To heare their bold aduenture: none can iudge it
Fond louers fancie, but meere frenzie rather:
For whether boy or girle she shall bring forth,
They haue resolu'd to keepe and nourish it.
Besides they coyne a prettie cunning sable,
Among themselues, that shee's free Atticke borne.
There was long since (say they) an ancient Merchant
Shipwrackt on Andros Iland; who there died:
And that with him then saued, Chrysis Father
Tooke vp a little girle. Conceited fiction!
To me it seemes vnlikely: yet they sooth
Themselues ith' tale. But see Mysis comming
Enter Mysis.
From out Glyceriums house. Ile to the Market
To seeke out Pamphilus: for feare his Father
Vnwares doe presse him with this businesse.
Exit Dauus.
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