DAMASIPPUS

My little least of any thing, thou parcel of man, what's the news with thee? Oh the odoriferous flower of Florence! How does she? Thy reward shall overtake thee: I will first accompany this Lady to her death, and prepare and strengthen her according to morality, and then I will be ready to give all moral comfort to the sweet desires of our deer Paramour. Exit. Soul of the world! thou shalt be illuminated without reading, for I will infuse knowledge into thee, and thou shalt be replete. I can my Summum bonum: and thou shalt have the Mandragoras for thy fecundity; and I will free thee from the vici ous note of sterility. Content. Thunder from heaven confound them, and the fire of Aetna consume their steps. Frailware, I will curse thee from the Temple of Diana; and thou shalt be excarnify'd by dogs. Come, hands to work, it is the Festival Of our Silvanus, we must round entrench The place fittest for dancing. I Like them well: the curious preciseness And all-pretended gravities of those That sought these ancient harmless sports to banish, Have thrust away much ancient honesty. Then they have reason, for they that live by shows must paint fair. Sweet benefit of our life, to whom a Turf gives a more secure sleep, than a Palace does a Monarch. To your Tools then, we can do no less: though it be scarce in fashion now to be charitable. They dig the Grave. And therefore does go round, blindfold, Like a Mill-Horse, who thinks he goes forward, yet keeps his course circum lar. But now Laurinda what further Ceremony can you devise for this Funeral? poor hapless Coarse! Poor Wench, even in the flower of her age! although I knew thee not, yet for thy memory I'll change with thee— Your hand Arminio. Laur. Die, die, ah die! We all must die: It's Fates decree, Then ask not why. When we were framed the Fates consultedly Did make this law, That all things born should die. Yet Nature strove And did deny We should be slaves To Destiny: At which they heap Such misery That Nature's self Did wish to die: And thanked their goodness that they would foresee To end our cares with such a mild Decree. — Farewell and sleep for ever. And took from off her face this Scarf, blessed with the last kiss her dying lips could give. What mean you Sir? do you know it? Faith Sir since I perceive you long for it, you shall pre veil: and if she were of your acquaintance, keep it as a monum meant of her untimely death. So fare you well Sir. Good sir, I needs it not. O sir, it is and Ornament and special gravity belonging to our Sect. Yet for Antiquitie-sake spare me these hairs that never yet were cut. Why sir, I kept it for that end that Nature gave it, as a garment to cloth the face of age in winter. O, o— Oh you damned Villains! have you betrayed me thus to shame and horror! Just Nemesis inspire me with revenge That these unlectur'd miscreants may drink Of the Like Cup. Joy and peace of mind be to my deer Pupil, let me give thee a moral kiss. That word hath eternized thee my sweet Ambrosia; and thy name is written in Elizium among Jove's paramours: Wherefore let the beloved of Jove feast and banquet according to morality. Never since 'twas a Beard sir, it is yet tipped with the Down, the relics of my youth, and in a primitive state. ANd as I told you sweet Lady, make your reconcilement with the world, that you be not hindered from your death: if you owe any thing, you must forgive and forget it, that you may die according to morality.