CLEON

And will you marry now? And what shall be done with all those locks of hair You have? And your prized liberty, what shall become of that? You swore you would not marry till there were A Law established, that married men Might be redeemed as Slaves are. For what I prithee? Thou'lt have a damnable conceit of thy wife By thy knowledge and opinion of all other Women, unless you think her a Phoenix. A rare fame you would purchase. Yes, and prayed for by bastards that God better Father's than they were destined to by their mother's marriages. And this done voluntarily, which you will Hardly avoid, though you have a thousand Guards to prevent it. I that, have been your Playfellow, shall be first suspected, And first banished. Unless I had means to appropriate one, you Cannot suspect but I should wish a title unto all: But what Hope's have you of your Mistress? Is he not somewhat startled at the report of Thy debauchery? for though your thick set woods, And spreading Vineyards make excellent shades To keep away the Sun, I mean the piercing eye Of censure; yet some suspicious common fame will raise. But since his death you are altered I must Confess it, for then the slenderness of your Annuity allowed you but the election of some One sin: I mean a cherished sin, while The others repined that thought themselves Of equal dignity, in time they had their turns, Yet singly still; but since your brother's Death You have shown your self a grateful Gentleman, and recompensed those that have Suffered for you to the full. Another Heliogabalus thou wouldst be, Hadst thou his power; but by what conjuration can You bring me to think it? But now you walk in shades, recluse, and shut Up in your Coach, your painted Liveries Supposed Fairies, and she that you were wont to Visit by the name of Madam Ruffiana, is now Your Aunt, all this I am perfect in; yet cannot Reach the mystery of your supposed disguise, You say does Masque you. Of this I am yet a sad party, and a witness too. I have not known any condemned for playing, But for losing. It this be certain, it'll be long ere I be reputed virtuous. IT is a sad story, pray let us leave it. Have you no Rivals? EUGENIO, your Rival still continues banished. Did you give him cause to draw upon you in garrison? Prince LYSICLES labours to recall him. His actions needs none. Verses Madam. Of Lord ERGASTO'S, Written in celebration of the fair HERMIONE. They are his own. I pray read them. Read them, and I'll assure you you'll find things Well said and seriously, and you will altar your opinion of him. It's his love makes him do it, not finding any Thing on Earth fit to express her, he Searches Heaven for a similitude. How ever you esteem them, such and Eulogy Would make you think your glass had not yet flattered you. Madam, this is repugnant to your other virtues, That you should hate a man for loving you, Before he did profess himself your servant. I know you did receive him with indifferency At least: whence then proceeds your hate? A cruel Son sprung from so mild a Father, if he did Urge you to any thing might blast your honour. If I were he, I'de take and honourable composition, Let her choose whom she pleased for husband, And continue her secret servant still. Pardon me Madam, this mirth's a liberty: Your cozen does allow me—Here comes your father. ERGASTO my Lord ERGASTO, what have you left Your tongue with your heart? You'll not believe me, if I should say the contrary. I'm sure many better go tother way, if they Be not marred in the Voyage; but do you Remember where you are to meet with PHORMIO? Heigh day, if within these two hours, if you do Not forget the cause of this forgetfulness, I'll Be and Eunuch, what if the Prince should be your Rival? I cannot tell, but my Lord PINDARUS on a Sudden fell from his anger, to his daughter, to a Ceremony, to you might be suspected. Courage man, if you have not lost your Memory, your remedy is certain: there Are more handsome faces will recompense this lose. Let us meet PHORMIO. If you'll have ERGASTO be of the parley, it must Be of the Ladies, for he is desperately in love. Yes; and he stands gazing on her, as if he were begging Of and Alms. Never, but in Hyperboles; tells her, her eyes are Stars, Which Astronomers should only study to know our Fate by. What do you intend? He knows none but distilling sighs At the Altar of her beauty. I have known some their Mistress's have forsaken, Only because they were certain the world took notice They were deeply in love with them. Before VENUS he talks with Authority: I know Not well what he has said, but methinks There is something in it: prothee let's Harken to him. Would the Ladies herd you. Yes, and will; it's HERMIONE, PINDARUS his heir. PH, What EPICTETUS in a petticoat? she that disputes love into nothing, or what's worse, a friendship with a woman? The same, and I know you'll confess she's deserving And have his liberties in the discourse of her friends, That her retiredness may be more magnified. A potent Rival takes away all; LYSICLES does woe her. From what partly of the Town came this fair day In a Cloud, that makes you look so cheerfully? Unriddle, unriddle. PHORMIO, what do you think of this? Why sent she for him then? If thou provest a Lover, my next Song is begun. Look, Ergasto has found two of the Ladies, And has set his face to begin to them. We shall hear, if we draw nearer: a good evening Ladies. What think you of this Phormio? Why poor? Dost thou not see that all the fire is out of the coal? If thou wouldst have it burn, lay thy lips To the spark that's left, and blow it into flame. Kiss her. Wouldst lie with her, and not kiss her? Did she hear it? The Devil thou hast? What course will you take to redeem your fault? After Phillida. POX on't, these waiting women will not deal unless They have earnest in their hands, and I was unprovided. What?