I doe not like of these perswasions,
Either ya’re not the same you seeme to be,
Or all your Actions are Hypocrisie,
My Faith is past alreadie, and my heart
Ingag’d vnto a farre more worthy man:
Lisandro is the Prince my loue hath wonne.
Lis. Then here the Frier concludes: my taske is done.
Le. Lisandro, my deare Loue!
Lis. The same, sweet Princesse.
Le. Oh, you were too aduentrous, dearest Loue,