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_.