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 If one could find the father now: but that Time will discover; Old Castruccio I'th' morning poasts to Rome; by him I'll send A Letter, that shall make her brothers Galls Ore-flowe their Livours, this was a thrifty way. Though Lust doe masque in nea'r so strange disguise, She's oft found witty, but is never wise. Card. Sit: thou art my best of wishes, pre-thee tell me What tricke didst thou invent to come to Rome, Without thy husband?

Jul. Why, (my Lord) I told him I came to visit an old Anchorite Heare, for devotion.

Card. Thou art a witty false one: I meane to him.

Jul. You have prevailed with me Beyond my strongest thoughts: I would not now Find you inconstant.

Card. Doe not put thy selfe To such a voluntary torture: which proceedes Out of your owne guilt.

Jul, How (my Lord?)

Card. Sooth generally for woemen; A man might strive to make glasse male-able, Ere he should make them fixed.

Jul. So, (my Lord)

Card. We had need goe borrow that fantastique glasse, Invented by Galileo the Florentine, To view another spacious world i'th' Moone,