TELUSA

This wag is wanton or a fool, ask the other, Diana. These boys are both agreed, either they are very pleasant or too perverse: you were best Lady make them tusk these Woods, while we stand with our bows, and so use them as Beagles since they have so good mouths. How now? what new conceits, what strange contraries breed in thy mind? is thy Diana become a Venus, thy chased thoughts turned to wanton looks, thy conquering modesty to a cap tiue imagination? Beginnest thou with Piralis to die in the air and live in the fire, to leave the sweet delight of hunting, and to follow the hight desire of love? Oh Telusa, these words are unfit for thy sex being a vir gine, but apt for thy affections being a Lover. And can there in years so young, in education so precise, in vows so holy, and in a heart so chaste, enter either a strong desire, or a wish, or a wavering thought of love? Can Cupid's brands quench Vesta's flames, and his fee ble shafts headed with feathers, pierce deeper the Di anaes arrows headed with steel? Break thy bow Telusa that seekest to break thy vow, and let those hands that aimed to hit the wild Heart, scratch out those eyes that have wounded thy tame heart. Oh vain and only naked name of Chastity, that is made eater nall, and perish by time: holy, and is infected by fancy: divine, and is made mortal by folly. Virgins hearts I perceive are not unlike Cotton trees, whose fruit is so hard in the bud, that it soundeth Like steel, and be king ripe, pours forth nothing but wool, and their thoughts Like the leaves of Lunary, which the further they grow from the Sun, the sooner they are scor ched with his beams. Oh Melebeus, because thou art fair, must I be fickle, and false my vow because I see thy virtue? Fond girl that I am to think of love, nay vain profession that I follow to disdain love, but here comes Eurota, I must now put on a red mask and blush, least she perceive my pale face and laugh. Eurota the Game I follow is the thing I fly: my strange disease my chief desire. To hear thee in reckoning my pains to re cite thine own. I saw Eurota how amorously you glanced your eye on the fair boy in the white coat, and how cunningly (now that you would have some talk of love) you hit me in the teeth with love. Thou hast told what I am in uttering what thy self is: these are my passion Eurota my unbridled passion, my intolerable passion, which I were as good acknowledge and crave counsel, as to deny and en dure peril. By the eyes, my wanton eyes which concei ved the picture of his face, and hanged it on the very strings of my heart. Oh fair Melebeus, o fond Telusa, but how did it take you Eurota? I think we came near you when we said you loved. What have we here, all in love? no other food then fancy; no no, she shall not have the fair boy. I love Melebeus, and my deserts shall be An swerable to my desires. I will forsake Diana for him. I will die for him. Immodest all that we are, unfortunate all that we are Like to be; shall virgins begin to wrangle for love, and become wanton in their thoughts, in their words, in their actions. Oh divine Love, which art there before called divine, because thou over-reachest the with sest, conquerest the chastest, and dost all things both unlikely and impossible, because thou art Love. Thou makest the bashful impudent, the wise found, the chased wanton, and workest contraries to our reach, because thy self is beyond reason. Would Telusa were no body. Exeunt I will go with speed. We have brought the disguised Nymph, &c have found on his shoulder Psiches burn, and he con fesseth himself to be Cupid. We will never pity thee though thou be a God. Come Cupid to your task. First you must undo all these Lovers knots, because you tied them. To the rest, for she will give you no rest. These two knots are finely untied. Why? Who tide it? Come let us go in, and tell that Cupid hath done his task, stay you behind Larissa, and see he sleep not, for Love will be idle, and take heed you surfette not, for love will be wanton. Exit Telusa. Diana cannot yield, she conquers affection. Saw you not the Dear come this way, he flew down the wind, & I believe you have blanched him. Diana's Dear.