Cla. Thank her Sir,
And from this hour preserve that happiness,
Be no more fool'd with jealousie.
Lop. I have lost it,
And take me now new born again, new natur'd.
Isab. I do, and to that promise tye this faith,
Never to have a false thought tempt my virtue.
Lop. Enough, enough, I must desire your presence,
My Cosin Rhodope has sent in all haste for us,
I am sure you will be welcome.
Cla. I'll wait on ye.
Lop. What the Project is—
Isab. We shall know when we are there, Sir. [Exeunt.
Scæna Tertia.
Enter Dutchess, Syenna, Lords, Sylvio.
Dutch. Joy to you Silvio, and your young fair Bride,
You have stolen a day upon us; you cannot wooe, Sir.