I le make thee Metropolitane of Sicil.
Lis. It shall be all my care.
Nic. Then farewell, Father. |Exit Nic.|
Lis. All my prayers attend yee.
So, here’s the fence throwne open; now my way
Is made before mee: Godamercy Cowle;
It is no maruell tho’ the credulous World
Thought themselues safe from danger, when they were
Inuested with this habit, ’tis the best,
To couer, or to gaine a free accesse,