No More Learning

ees, how dull to any thaw of beauty,
Pieces, and quarters, halfe, and whole nights, ? ometimes,
The Diuell-giuen _Elfine_ Squire, your husband, 95
Doth leaue you, quitting heere his proper circle,
For a much-wor? e i' the walks of _Lincolnes Inne_,
Vnder the Elmes, t'expect the feind in vaine, there
Will confe? ? e for you.

FIT. I did looke for this geere.

WIT. And what a daughter of darkne? ? e, he do's make you, 100
Lock'd vp from all ? ociety, or object;
Your eye not let to looke vpon a face,
Vnder a Conjurers (or ? ome mould for one,
Hollow, and leane like his) but, by great meanes,
As I now make; your owne too ? en? ible ?
ufferings, 105
Without the extraordinary aydes,
Of ? pells, or ? pirits, may a? ? ure you, Lady.
For my part, I prote? t 'gain? t all ? uch practice,
I worke by no fal? e arts, medicines, or charmes
To be said forward and backward.

FIT. No, I except: 110

WIT. Sir I ? hall ease you.

_He offers to di? cloake him.