BENEVENTI

Oh Ur Mourning's ended, and the Court again Looks Like the Morning, when the Eastern air Is painted with a mixture of her blushes, And the Suns golden glory. I shall not Court them with any flattery. That's your partiality, Because he is your friend. Sure the Duchess Affects him with a more than common favour; As if there were some secret interest That yet escapes public knowledge. You love his sister. Here's your friend, the favourite: He'll pay his sisters portion in some Office Begged of the Duke; and with the Dowry which His Father gives her buy himself sweet pleasures; Or a new glorious wardrobe. How he stands? As if some frowns of the new Duke dejected him, And made him fear a fallen. I'll honour him At your commands. I shall study A grateful service. Where is your honour now? (To Fidelio privately. How his father frowns? To Fidelio privately. He's moved another way. Now will he school his Son for being honest. It's and ambitious Lord, yet strives to hide it To Fidelio whispering. With politic hypocrisy. How he stands? to Fidelio. Some wanton lobby Lady sure hath laid The issue of her pleasures to his charge; For which the old man chid him. Two hands in a dish, The right Court Ordinary. Then it's not honour. Just nothing. She's nothing worth, nor to the purpose, if You have her not. And I love both. Yes, both alike; that is, love neither. Then if I be your second against either, Let the Axe make me first a head less monster; And Surgeons next in public search my parts, To find where treason lay and patricide. The worse If you attempt to better them. What the devil ails him? His passion are as various as his clothes; He shifts them daily: only keeps one fashion, And one sad garb. Trifle not With courtship now: let's think on bouncing compliments To bid the Soldiers welcome. It's down right compliment; we Soldiers Are sparing of our words my Lord: blows chiefly Are our discourse. How dare you offer to salute the Ladies, Before y'have shifted shirts? sure your Camp Land resse Never perfumed your linen. Were you converted into it Cardente, You'd sweeten their Buff-jerkins. You serve a Lady! Ladies should serve you For your good service to the Duke and State: O the men's heads that you cut off, Polemici! We feign our selves as virtuous as the Duke, And are as chased at Court as withered Eunuchs: But when we are at liberty abroad, Ease and high feeding cannot hold out long: Then to't Like Monkeys Captain. Sure your selves Do piddle now and then with Sutlers wives; And are content to praise their tanned complexions For most rich beauty's: while we Courtiers Ravish delights from lips that taste of Nectar, And think our selves in Heaven. Good Captain No more of this discourse; it mortifies me: But now the Wars are ended, you'll turn Courtier! It's quickly learned. A great proficient, You'll quickly take Degrees. Yours, the tongue; But that it wants some of your woman's length: Hee'ld h to you otherwise. 4 Scene. Flourish Enter Macario, Infelice, No though, Spurio, Corvino, A manda, Melissa & Ladies What think you Captain? To Polemici. You seldom found such spoils in a pied Knapsack. Do you know how to use them? You'll pawn them rather? You'll find there's difference Betwixt a Courtier and a Soldier Captain. How much? But how Do you apply them? Pay the Post.