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 What cannot a neate knave with a smooth tale, Make a woman beleeve? farewell, lusty Widowe.

Duch. Shall this move me? if all my royall kindred Lay in my way, unto this marriage: I'll'd make them my low foote-steps: And even now, Even in this hate (as men in some great battailes By apprehending danger, have atchiev'd Almost impossible actions: I have heard Souldiers say so, So I, through frights, and threatnings, will assay This dangerous venture: Let old wives report I wincked, and chose a husband: Cariola, To thy knowne secricy, I have given up More then my life, my fame:

Carolia. Both shall be safe: For I'll conceale this secret from the world As warily as those that trade in poyson, Keepe poyson from their children.

Duch. Thy protestation Is ingenious, and hearty: I beleeve it. Is Antonio come?

Cariola. He attends you:

Duch. Good deare soule, Leave me: but place thy selfe behind the Arras, Where thou maist over-heare us: wish me good speed For I am going into a wildernesse, Where I shall find nor path, nor friendly clewe To be my guide, I sent for you, Sit downe: Take Pen and Incke, and write: are you ready?

Ant. Yes:

Duch. What did I say?

Ant. That I should write some-what.

Duch. Oh, I remember: After this triumphs, and this large expence It's fit (like thrifty husbands) we enquire What's laid up for to morrow:

Ant. So please your beauteous Excellence.

Duch. Beauteous? Indeed I thank you: I look yong for your sake.