MILETA

Is it not strange that Phao on the sudden should be so fair? I laugh at that you all call love, and judge it only a word called love. Me thinks liking, a courtesy, a smile, a beck, and such Like, are the very Quintessence of love. No, no, men are good souls (poor souls:) who never inquire but with their eyes, loving to father the cradle, though they but mother the child. Give me their gifts, not their virtues, a grain of their gold weigheth down a pound of their wit, a dram of give me, is heavier then and ounce of hear me. Believe me Ladies, give is a pretty thing. It is good sport to see them want matter: for then fallen they to good manners, having nothing in their mouths but sweet mistress, wearing our hands out with courtly kissings, when their wits fail in court lie discourses. Now ruffling their hairs, now setting their ruffs, then gazing with their eyes, then sighing with a privy wring by the hand, thinking us Like to be wowed by signs and ceremonies. Some cold belike, or else a woman's qualm. Your Physic sir I think be of the second sort, else would you not judge it rare, that hot fevers are in gendered by cold causes. Ismena is disposed to be merry. Aye me. Madame, I think it good you have more clo these, and sweat it out. Why? what disease is it Madam, that physic Can ̄ not cure? Is it a burning ague? Shall we draw the cutteines, whilst you gyve your self to slumber? There is a fish called Garus, that heals all sick ness, so as whilst it is applied one name not Garus. It is very evil to Canope to sit at the beds feet, and foretelleth danger: therefore remove your stool, and sit by me. Then is there no fear: for yet did I never hear of a woman that died of a conceit. Favilla, thou art but a Girl, I would not have a Weasel cry, nor desire to see a Glass, nor and old wife come into my chamber: for then though I lyngred in my disease, I should never escape it. He shall, will you have a little broth to comfort you? Yet a little you must take to sustain nature. I come. A strange malady. Here Madame. Yea. No. Yea Madame, it shall be done Peace, no noise: she begins to fallen asleep. I will go to Phao. I would either your cunning, Phao, or your fortune might by simples provoke my Lady to some slumber. Were I sick, the very sighed of thy fair face would driven me into a found sleep. I mean the delight of beauty would so blind my senses, as I should be quickly rocked into a deep rest. Phao, thou art passing fair, & able to draw a chaste eye not only to glance: but to gaze on thee. Thy young years, thy quick wit, thy stayed desires are of force to control those which should command. You mistake of purpose, or misco ̄ ster of malice. As far as I from love? Why, think you me so dul I cannot love, or so spiteful I will not? Why, will you have wome ̄ S love in their tongue's? Why? You are too young to cheapen love. Well, let us in. You Madame. And so what? I dreamed last night, but I hope dreams are contrary, that holding my head over a sweet smoke, all my hair blazed on a bright flame. Me thought Ismena cast water to quench it: yet the sparks fell on my bosom, and wiping them away with my hand, I was all in a gore blood, till one with a few fresh flowers staunched it. And so stretching my self as stiff I started, it was but a dream. You are no interpreter: but and interprater, har ping always upon love, till you be as blind as a Harpar. It foretelleth the lose of a friend: and I ever thought thee so full of prattle, that thou wouldst thrust out the best friend with the tattling. It is a sign that nothing shall assuage your love but marriage: for such is the tying of two in wedlock, as is the tuning of two Lutes, in one key: for striking the strings of the one, straws will stir upon the strings of the other, and in two minds linked in love, one can not be delighted but the other rejoices. Beware of love, Favilla: for women hearts are such stones, which warmed by affection, cannot be cold by wisdom. Phao? And do you love him still. Yes, we told you of him. We will.