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SIR JOHN SUCKLING
[Act V., Sc. 1

Reginella. You will deny me, sir, I fear.35
Pray let me have the stranger, that came last,
In keeping.

Tamoren. Stranger! Alas! he's gone, made an escape.

Reginella. I fear'd
He would not stay, they us'd him so unkindly.40
Indeed, I would have us'd him better; and then
He had been here still.[She weeps

Tamoren. Come, do not weep, my girl.
Forget him, pretty pensiveness; there will
Come others every day as good as he.

Reginella. O, never!45
I'll close my eyes to all, now he is gone.

Tamoren. How catching are the sparks of love! Still this
Mischance shows more and more unfortunate.
I was too curious: Come, indeed you must
Forget him.50
The gallant'st and the goodliest to the eye
Are not the best. Such handsome and fine shapes
As these are ever false and foul within.

Reginella. Why, governor, d'you then put your finest things
Still in your finest cabinets?

Tamoren. Pretty innocence!55
No, I do not: you see I place not you there.
Come, no more tears!
Let's in, and have a mate at chess;
'Diversion cures a loss, or makes it less.'[Exeunt

ACT V
Scene I
Enter Tamoren, Peridor, and other Thieves

Peridor. Cross'd all the highways, search'd the woods, beat up
And down with as much pain and diligence,
As ever huntsman did for a lost deer.

Tamoren. A race of cripples are y' all, issue of snails;
He could not else have 'scap'd us. Now, what news bring you?5