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Cleander, Clinias, Cleobulo, Amynter to them.
Cli.
D'ye mark?
ther's all I can get of him;
you may command,
He points Cleander one way, & he points him the other.
and do it your self for him.

Cleo.
But I'le make him do it, if he will not.—
How now Sirra?—
O Clinias Clinias,
help me:
Takes him by the shoulder, and Clean. takes him by the throat.
plague on him he gript me worse
then a Hawk do's his Quarry, and I'd as lief
fall into a Lions claws as his.

Cli.
What think you now?
like a good Water Spaniel he obeys your beck,
and do's tricks like an Ape for you, 'tis only you
know how to handle him now.—

Cle.
The Devil shall
Enter Amynter.
handle him for me if he be such an one.

Am.
How now, what's here to do?

Cli.
Nothing, nothing my Lord.

Am.
You have been vexing the Moor I see by him.

Cleo.
No indeed forsooth,
h'as rather been vexing us.

Am.
Go too, leave him, & about your business,
or your Lady knows of it.
(Exeunt Clin. & Cle.
Now friend, how goes affairs?

Clea.
Oh worse and worse!

Am.
I hope you have discover'd
no other haunts?

Clea.
No no,
and of the Dukes I am secured too;
but the Prince's, the Prince's still depends,
and that boy, that villain boy!—Oh friend!
the chafed sea baited by all the winds,
till it be all a tempest and a foam,
was never in more trouble and agitation,
then is my breast;
and that may return to its former calm again,
but never I unto my former rest.

Am.
What will you do then?

Clea.
Nay if I knew that,
my minde wod be at ease,—but this is your
fault now, put me off the resolution
of killing them, who now am just like one
has so long differ'd cure of a desperate ill,
till the danger grows greater,
and cure more desperate.