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Scen. 6.
ThaisI guesse he will be here straight, with intent
To take her from me; let him come on then:
But if he laie on little finger on her,
Ile claw his eyes out. I can so farre beare
His fopperies, and swolne bumbasted words
Whil'st that they be but words: come they to deedes once,
Ile ferrit him.
Chr.
I was here long since Thais.
Thais.
Oh Chremes, I lookd for you. Know you not
That all this brabble hath beene about you?
Chr.
Me? how? as if I broacht it?
Tha.
Yes because
While I do seeke to render to your hands
Your long lost sister, this insued thereon.
Chr.
Where's that my sister?
Tha.
Here at home with me.
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Ha!
Tha.
Why whats the matter? Shee 'has been
Brought vp
As fits her selfe and you.
Chr.
What ist you say?
Thais.
That which is truth: freely giue her you.
Demanding nothing at your hands for her.
Chr.
I giue and owe you Thais many thankes
As you haue well deserued.
Tha.
But beware
Chremes, you lose her not, ere you receiue her:
For this is she the souldier comes to get
By maine force from me. Pythias get you in,
And fetch the little cofer with the tokens.
Chr.
Do you see him comming Thais?
Pyth.
Mistresse queane?
Where is it?
Tha.
Ith'leatherne hamper: Makst thou no more haste
Chr.
What forces dooes he bring with him? oh me.
Exit Pythias.
Tha.
Are you afraid friend?
Chr.
A way, I afraid?
No man a liue lesse.
Tha.
I tis fit you be not.
Chr.
T'sh, I do doubt what man you take me for.
Tha.
No, but consider, he you are to deale with
Is a meere stranger, of lesse meanes, lesse knowne,
Lesse friended here then you.
Chr.
All this I know:
But yet tis follie to admit an euill
Which may be well preuented. I had rather,
We seeke a forchand to preuent a wrong,
Then to returne a suffered iniurie.
Do you get in; and then make fast your doores;
Whilst I haste ouer to the market place.
I will haue some assistants by, ith' tumult.
Tha.
Stay.
Chr.
Tis the safest course.
Tha.
Pray stay.
Chr.
Pray leaue.
Ile be here straight againe.
Tha.
Chremes this needes not,
Acquaint him onely that she is your sister,
Enter Pythias with a Coffer.
Which you a small girle lost; and now do know her:
Shew him the prouing tokens.
Pyth.
Here they are.
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Here take 'hem, if he offer violence,
Summon him to the law: conceaue you me?
Chr.
Yes very well.
Tha.
See you vtter it with courage.
Chr.
I warrant you.
Tha.
Pull vp your cloke there, to you.
Ime in a faire case: why, this man I make
My Champion, needes another him to backe.
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