MENDOSA

Gentlemen, I conjure you By the virtues of men. Nay, good sir, be you still. Put it to equal arbitration, choose your friends, The Senators will thinke'em happy in't. Well Ladies, your Husbands behaue'em as lustily on their wedding days, as ere I herd any. Nay Lady widow, you and I must have a falling: you're of Signior Mizaldus faction, and I am your vowed enemy, from the bodkin to the pincase. Hark in your ear. By these sweet lips Widow. Yes, the Camel always drinks in puddle water, And as for huggings read Antiquities. Faith, Madame, I'll board thee one of these days. Wilt thou ram up thy porch-hold? Oh widow, I perceive You're ignorant of the Lovers leger demane. There is a fellow that by Magic will assist To murder Princes invisible, I can command his spirit. Or what say you to a fine scaling Ladder of ropes? I can tell you, I am a mad wag-halter: But by the virtue I see seated in you, And by the worthy fame is blazond of you, By little Cupid, that is mighty named, And can command my looser follies down, I love, and must enjoy yet with such limits, As one that knows enforced marriage To be the Furies sister. Think of me. How now Lady, does the toy take you, as they say? Some bawdy riddle is't not? you long til't be night. Signior Rogero, are you yet qualified? Signior Claridiana, I hope Signior Rogero Thus employed me about a good office, 'Twere worthy Cicerces tongue, a famous Oration now? But friendship that is mutually embraced of the Gods, And is Jove's Usher to each sacred Synod, Without the which he could not reign in heaven, That over-goes my admiration shall not undergo my censure. These hight flames of rage, that else will be As fire amid your nuptial Jollity, Burning the edge off from the present Joy, And keep you wake to terror. Our tongues are weary, and he desperate, He does refuse to hear: What shall we do? Christianly said: Signior what would you have more? 'Sblood, what will you do? Who does the young Count marry? Law you there, widow, there's one of the last edition, Whose Husband yet retains in his cold trunk Some little airing of his noble guest, Yet she a fresh Bride as the month of May. Fair widow, how Like you this change? Oh your husband! you wear his memory Like a Deaths-head. For heavens love think of me as of the man Whose dancing days you see are not yet done. The fault's in my Upholsterer, Lady. Zounds, do you think I will not? All that I do, I'll do in secret. Zounds, hudwinck'd, and if you'll open all sweet Lady. The Sun shall fail the day first. Pox o'this Masque: would 'twere done, I might To my Apothecaries for some stirring meats. What the fallen my Lord, as common a thing as can be, the stiffest man in Italy may fallen between a woman's legs. A cross point my Lord. Sweet, it's I. Boy, leave me, and to bed. Exit Page. If I do stain thy Honour with foul lust, May Thunder strike me, to show Jove is joust. Stay miracle of women, yet I breathe, Though death be entered in this Tower of flesh, He is not conqueror, my heart stands out, And yields to thee, scorning his tyranny. Rest cease thine eyelids; be not passionate: Sweet sleep secure, I'll remove my self. That Viper Envy shall not spot thy fame: I'll take that poison with me, my souls rest, For Like a Serpent, I'll creep on my breast. Darken the world, earths-queen, get thee to bed; The earth is light while those two Stars are spread: Their splendour will betray me to men's eyes. Veil thy bright face: for if thou longer stay, Phœbus will rise to thee, and make night day. To partly from hence I cannot, you being there. Mine is the earth, thine the refined fire: I am mortal, thou divine, then soul mount higher. I do confess I did intend to rob her. In the attempt I fell and hurt my self Laws thunder is but death, I dread it not, So my Lentulus honour be preserved From black suspicion of a lustful night. Well, what time goes the Jakes-farmer? Bless the man: sprit'ly and nobly done. Come Widow, I'll be bold to put you in. My Lord will you have a sociate? Exit Thais. Leave not the World yet, Queen of Chastity, Keep promise with thy Love Endymion And let me meet thee there on Latmus top. It's I whose virtuous Hope's are firmly fixed On the fruition of thy chaste vowed love. Envy is stingless when she looks on thee. If you break promise, fair, you break my heart. My wounds are nothing, thy lose breeds my sorrow. See now'tis dark. Support your Master, legs, a little further: Faint not bold heart with anguish of my wound: Try further yet, can blood weigh down my soul? Desire is vain without ability. He staggars on, and then falls down. Thus falls a Monarch, if Fate push at him. NIght Like a solemn Mourner frowns on earth, Envying that Day should force her doff her robes, Or Phœbus chase away her Melancholy. Heavens eyes look faintly through her sable masque, And silver Cinthia hies her in her Sphere, Scorning to grace black nights solemnity. Be unpropitious Night to villain thoughts, But let thy Diamonds shine on virtuous love: This is the lower house of high-built heaven, Where my chaste Phaebe sits, inthroned among thoughts So purely good, brings her to heaven on earth. Such power hath souls in contemplation. Sing boy (though night yet) Like the morning's Lark: Music plays. A soul that's clear is light, though heaven be dark. Thus I mount my heaven. Receive me sweet.