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Scen. 6.
Enter Crito.Crit.
Tis told me Chrysis dwelt in this same street:
Who rather chose heere leaudly to grow rich,
Then in her Countrie honestly liue poore:
She dead, the Law hath cast her state on me.
But now I see some I may question:
God saue you.
Mys.
Oh good God whom doe I see?
Is not this Crito, Chrisis Cozen German?
Tis he.
Crit.
Oh Mysis! you are well met.
Mys.
The Gods
Prosper you Crito.
Crit.
Chrysis then is—well?
Mys.
Yes truely she has left vs, to th'wide world.
Crit.
And you, what shift d'ye make? any thing well?
Mys.
We? faith e'en according to the prouerbe;
Liue as we can, since cannot as we would.
Crit.
Glycerium—what, hath she yet found her parents?
Mys.
I would she had.
Crit.
What not yet? I came hither
In an vnluckie houre: for had I knowne it
I sure would ne'er haue stirr'd a foot this way.
She alwaies was both said and deem'd her sister
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To follow law suits being here a stranger,
How easie and commodious 'tmay be
Rife precedents of other men do warne me.
Besides, I iudge by this she has got her selfe
Some friend and patron: for when she came thence
She had well-neere attained to ripe yeeres
Men will cry out I am a sycophant,
A begger laying claime to others right:
Withall, my selfe list not impouerish her:
Mys.
Good Crito, you still hold your ancient course.
Crit.
Bring me vnto her, since I am come hither,
I may at least yet see her.
Mys.
Yes I will.
Dau.
Ile follow: yet the old man shall not see me.
Mysis and Crito enter Glyceriums house and Dauus followes them.
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