My Lord will giue for this discouerie,
Chiefly to be reueng’d vpon his riuall:
Ile not forsake it, Venerie is sweet.
But he that has good store of gold and wealth,
May haue it at command, and not by stealth. |Exit.|
Enter Lisandro and Leonida.
Lis. ’Tis late, deare Loue.
Le. You shall not part from me,
Good sooth, you shall not. Frier Anthonie,
You say, is faithfull: for Loretta’s truth