Let not fury Transport you so: you know I am your Creature, All love, but to your self, with him, hath left me.
I'le joyn with you in any thing.
_Viol_.
In vain, I'le take mine own waies, and will have no partners.
_Hen_.
I will not cross you.
_Viol_.
Do not, they shall find That to a Woman of her hopes beguil'd A Viper trod on, or an Aspick's mild.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENA II.
_Enter_ Lopez, Milanes, Arsenio.
_Lop_.
Sits the game there? I have you by mine order, I love _Leandro_ for't.
_Mil_.
But you must shew it In lending him your help, to gain him means And opportunity.
_Lop_.
He shall want nothing, I know my Advocate to a hair, and what Will fetch him from his Prayers, if he use any, I am honyed with the project: I would have him horn'd For a most precious Beast.
_Ars_.
But you lose time.
_Lop_.
I am gone, instruct you _Diego_, you will find him A sharp and subtle Knave, give him but hints And he will amplifie. See all things ready, I'le fetch him with a vengeance--
[_Exit_.
_Ars_.
If he fail now, We'll give him over too.
_Mil_.
Tush, he is flesh'd.
And knows what vein to strike for his own credit.
_Ars_.
All things are ready.
_Mil_.
Then we shall have a merry Scene, ne're fear it.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENA III.
_Enter_ Amaranta, _with a note, and_ Moor.
_Amar_.
Is thy Master gone out?
_Moor_.
Even now, the Curate fetch'd him, About a serious business as it seem'd, For he snatch'd up his Cloak, and brush'd his Hat straight, Set his Band handsomely, and out he gallop'd.
_Amar_.
'Tis well, 'tis very well, he went out, _Egla_, As luckily, as one would say, go Husband, He was call'd by providence: fling this short Paper Into _Leandro's_ Cell, and waken him, He is monstrous vexed, and musty, at my Chess-play; But this shall supple him, when he has read it: Take your own Recreation for two hours, And hinder nothing.
_Moor_.
If I do, I'll hang for't.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENA IV.
_Enter_ Octavio, Jacintha.