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Scene III.

Ansel.
Lysis at his return will play the Devil.

Angel.
And your designs being spoyl'd through his departure
Make—

Clar.
I am sorry for those two young Beautie,
Who mad to play upon this simple fellow,
Have in vain drest themselves like Nymphs o'th' Woods:
Troth 'tis an ill adventure for the first.

Angel.
Which of us did foresee he'd quit his Trunk?
But yet we want Charita, Where is she?

Clar.
I left her with our Demi-gods, perhaps
She does expect the signall to advance.

Angel.
A little absence is a pain to Lovers.

Clar.
Tis true, I suffer, and, when far from her,
Soon find a certain trouble in my soule;
But yet this trouble, though't be nothing gentle,
Is not the greatest torment I endure,
That which afflicts, and makes me to complaine,
Is that I hope much, and see more to feare,
That is, I have a heart enflam'd with love,
And yet I doubt whether I'm lov'd again.

Angel.
You understand too well your own deserts,
To think you have nothing gain'd upon Charita;
But if you will persist thus to alarm
Your selfe in vain, know Ile assume your cause,
Then love, and hope.

Clar.
It is a charming promise.

Angel.
Since Love, with me, has interest for you,
The victory is easie.

Clar.
Would't were so.