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Scena. 3.

Rosko Lamias man.
Ros.
Ist possible that my Mistris Lamia,
Ouer the shooes should b'yn loue with Phallax?
Why by Iesus (as she her selfe doth saye,)
With pure good wyll, her harte doth melt lyke waxe:
And this I am sure, euery howre they themselues,
By their sweete selues, or by their letters greete.
But the sporte is to see the louing elues,
Byll together when they in secret meete.
She lowres, he lauffes, she syghes throwe pure loue.

The strumpets and Crocodiles teares alyke.


Nay, nay, sayes he (good pugges) no more of this:
Well, sayes shee, and weepes, my griefe you do not proue.
Then strayght this storme is cheared with a kys,
And then aboth sides, three wordes and a smouch:
Within hir eare, then whispereth this flouch,
And by the way he stumbleth on her lyppes.
Thus eyther stryues most louing signes to show,
Much good doo it them, syth they are both content,
Once I am sure, how so the game doth goe,
I haue no cause their lyking to repent:
I syldome doe betweene them message beare,
But that I haue an Item in the hande,
Well, I must trudge to doe a certaine chare,
Which, take I tyme, cocke for my gayne doth stand.