_Enter_ Lancelot, _like a Fortune-teller, with a Purse,_ _and two Letters in it._ _Cla._ 'Tis said you can tell fortunes to come. _Lan._ Yes Mistris and what's past; Unglove your hand, by this straight line I see You have lain crooked. _Cla._ How? lain crooked? _Lan._ Yes; and in that posture plaid at the old game, (No body hears me, and I'le be no blab) And at it lost your maiden-head. _Cla._ A shrewd fellow; 'Tis truth, but not to be confess'd; in this Your palmistry deceives you, something else Sir. _Lan._ Ye are a great woman with your Lady, and Acquainted with her counsels. _Cla._ Still more strange. _Lan._ There is a noble Knight _Lisander_ loves her, Whom she regards not, and the destinies With whom I am familiar, have deliver'd That by your means alone, he must enjoy her. Your hand again, yes, yes; you have already Promis'd him your assistance, and what's more, Tasted his bounty, for which, from the skye There are 200. crowns dropp'd in a Purse, Look back, you'l find it true; nay, open it, 'Tis good Gold I assure you. _Cla._ How, two Letters? the first indors'd to me? this to my Lady? Subscrib'd _Lisander_? _Lan._ And the fortune-teller, his servant _Lancelot_. _Cla._ How had I lost my eyes, That I could not know thee? not a word of the loss Of my virginity. _Lan._ Nor who I am. _Cla._ I'le use all speedy means for your dispatch With a welcom answer, but till you receive it, Continue thus disguis'd, Monsieur _Malfort_ (You know the way to humour him) shall provide A lodging for you, and good entertainment; Nay, since we trade both one way, thou shalt have Some feeling with me, take that. _Lan._ Bountifull wench may'st thou ne're want imployment. _Cla._ Nor such pay boy. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ Lidian, Alcidon, _(at one door)_ Lisander, Clarange, _(at another.)_ _Lid._ You're welcom. _Alci._ Let us do our office first, And then make choice of a new piece of ground To try our fortunes. _Lisa._ All's fair here. _Alci._ And here, their swords are equal. _Lisa._ If there be any odds in mine, we will exchange. _Alci._ We'l talk of that When we are farther off, farewel. _Lisa._ Farewel friend. [_Ex._ Lisander, _and_ Alcidon. _Lidi._ Come let us not be idle. _Cla._ I will find you imployment, fear not. _Lid._ You know Sir, the cause that brings [u]s hither. _Cla._ There needs no more discoursing, No time, nor place for repetition now. _Lid._ Let our swords argue, and I wish _Clarange_, The proud _Olinda_ saw us. _Cla._ Would she did; What ever estimation she holds of me, She should behold me like a man fight for her. _Lid._ 'Tis nobly said; set on love; and my fortune--