fire'd.

_Jam_.

One _Bartolus_,
A wrangling Advocate.

_Ars_.

A knave on Record.

_Mil_.

I am sure he cheated me of the best part
Of my Estate.

_Jam_.

Some Business calls me hence,
(And of importance) which denies me leisure
To give you his full character: In few words
(Though rich) he's covetous beyond expression,
And to encrease his heap, will dare the Devil,
And all the plagues of darkness: and to these
So jealous, as if you would parallel
Old _Argus_ to him, you must multiply
His Eyes an hundred times: of these none sleep.
He that would charm the heaviest lid, must hire
A better _Mercurie_, than _Jove_ made use of:
Bless your selves from the thought of him and her,
For 'twill be labour lost: So farewel Signiors.--

[_Exit_.

_Ars_.

_Leandro_? in a dream? wake man for shame.

_Mil_.

Trained into a fools paradise with a tale
Of an imagin'd Form.

_Lea_.

_Jamie_ is noble,
And with a forg'd Tale would not wrong his Friend,
Nor am I so much fir'd with lust as Envie,
That such a churl as _Bartolus_ should reap
So sweet a harvest, half my State to any
To help me to a share.

_Ars_.

Tush do not hope for
Impossibilities.

_Lea_.

I must enjoy her,
And my prophetique love tells me I shall,
Lend me but your assistance.

_Ars_.

Give it o're.

_Mil_.

I would not have thee fool'd.
_Lea_. I have strange Engines
Fashioning here: and _Bartolus_ on the Anvil,
Disswade me not, but help me.

_Mil_.

Take your fortune,
If you come off well, praise your wit; if not,
Expect to be the subject of our Laughter.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENA II.

_Enter_ Octavio, _and_ Jacinta.

_Jac_.

You met _Don Henrique_?

_Oct_.

Yes.

_Jac_.

What comfort bring you?
Speak cheerfully: how did my letter work
On his hard temper? I am sure I wrote it
So feelingly, and with the pen of sorrow,
That it must force Compunction.

_Oct_.

You are cozen'd;
Can you with one hand prop a falling Tower?
Or with the other stop the raging main,
When it breaks in o