ORSAMES

None, none, Thou wouldst have warranted it to another, if I had broke my neck: what? dost think my horse and I show tricks? that which way soever he throws me Like a Tumblers boy I must fallen safe? was there a bed of roses there? would I were Eunuch if I had not as lief h'a fallen in the state, as where I did, the ground was as hard, as if it had been paved with Plam tonicke Ladies hearts, and this unconscionable fellow asks whither I have no hurt; where's my horse? Why there's it: the jade's in the fashion too. Now has done me and injury, he will not come near me. Well when I hunt next, may it be upon a starved cow, without a saddle too. And may I fallen into a saw-pit, and not be taken up, but with suspicion of having been private, with mine own beast there. Now I better consider on't too, Gentle men, it's but the same thing we do at Court; here's every man striving who shall be foremost, and hotly pursuing of what he seldom overtakes, or if he does, it's no great matter. Prithee do—stay! To be in view, is to be in favour, is it not? Here's one rides two miles about, while another leaps a ditch and is in be before him. Good again— To spur a horse till he is tired, is For then upon the first occasion you're thrown off, as I was now. Thou sayest true, I think he is no transmigrated Philosopher, and there before not likely to be taken with morals. Gentlemen—your help, the next I hope will be yours, and then it'll be my urn.— I grant you, Madam, that the fears, and joys, Hope's, and desires, mixed with despairs, and doubts, worser e make the sport in love; that they are the we j dogs by which we hunt the hare; but as the dogs would stop, and straight give over were it not for the little thing before; oh would our passion; both alike must be fleshed in the chase. Why? there's it now! a greater Epicure lives not on earth; my Lord and I have been in priv e kitchen, seen his bills of Fare. A mighty Prince, and full of curiosity—Hearts newly slain served up entire, and stuck with little Arrows in stead of Cloves— Then will he have black eyes, for those of late e feeds on much, and for variety the grey— Nothing but pearl dissolved, tears still fresh, fetched from Lovers eyes, which if they come to be warm in the carriage, are straight cooled with sighs. True! but therefore this is but his common di r; only serves when his chief Cooks, Liking and Opportuni e, are out o'th' way; for when he feasts indeed, it's there, where the wise people of the world did place the virtues, i'th' middle—Madam. Nay Ladies wee'll wait upon you to your chambers. By this hand I'll try, they keep me fasting, and I must be praying. Judge you, Gentlemen, if I be not as unfortunate as a gamester thinks himself upon the lose of the last stake; this is the first she I ever swore to heartily, and (by those eyes) I think I had continued unperjured a whole month, (and that's fair you'll say.) Had she not run mad betwixt.— Yea, yea, mad, ask Philan else. people that want clear intervals talkenot so wildly: I'll tell you Gallants; it's now, since first I found my self a little bot, and quivering about the heart, some ten days since, (a tedious Ague) Sirs; (but what of that?) the gracious glance, and little whisper passed, approaches made from hand unto the lip, I came to visit her, and (as you know we use) breathing a sighs or two by way of prologue, told her, that in Loves Physic 'twas a rule, where the disease had birth to seek a cure; I had no sooner named love to her, but she began to talk of Flames, and Flames, neither devouring, nor devoured, of Air, and of Chameleons— As thou wouldst Like read hair, or leanness in thy Mistress; scurvily, 'tdoes worse with handsomeness, han strong desire would do with impotence; a me re trick to inhance the price of kisses— True, it's Like some that nourish up oung Lions till they grow so great, they are afraid of themselves, they dare not grant at last, for fear they should not satisfy. This villainous Love's as chargeable as the Philosophers Stone, and thy Mistress as hard to compass too! Well, if she hold out but one month longer, if I worser e not quite forget, I ere beleaguered there, and remove the siege to another place, may all the curses beguiled virgins loose upon their perjured Lovers fallen upon me. For what? Peace, that will be redeemed— I put but on this wildness to disguise my self; there are brave things in hand, hark i'thy ear:— Who loves the Prince fails not— I had command to bring thee, fail not and in thine own disguise It is the Princes policy and love; for if we should miscarry, some one taken might betray the rest unknown to one another, each man is safe, in his own valour; Troth; it's not so well; it's but a Cozen of thine—come Philan let's along:— Gentlemen! it's pity heaven designed you not to make the Almanacs. You guess so shrewdly by the ill aspects, or near conjunctions of the great ones, at what's to come still; that without all doubt the Country had been governed wholly by you, and plowed and reaped accordingly; for me, I understand this mystery as little as the new Love, and as I take it too, it's much about the Time that every thing but Owls, and Lovers take their rest; Goodnight, Philan —away— I wonder Iolas meets us not here too. Shift for your self Sir, and let us alone, we will secure your way, and make our own. Stand friends, and equal party— Talk not of dying Philan, we will live, and serve the noble Prince again; we are alone, off then with thy disguise, and throw it in the bushes; quick, quick; before the torrent comes upon us: we shall be straight good Subject's, and I despair not of reward for this nights service: so.— we two now killed our friends! it's hard, but 'tmust be so. Yes; so you may now, you're not likely to overtake. The nearest way it seems, you followed (thank you) as if 'thad been through quicksets: Not all, two of them we made sure; but they cost deer, look here else. Two of them are certainly here about. Your Highness will I hope remember, who were the men were in— Philan! if thou lovest me, let's kill them upon the place. A vengeance take this love, it spoils a voice worse than the losing of a maidenhead. I have God such a cold with rising and walking in my shirt a nights, that a Bittorne whooping in a reed is better music. Nay Ladies, you shall find me, as free, as the Musicians of the woods themselves; what I have, you shall not needs to call for, nor shall it cost you any thing. WHy so pale and won found Lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute young Sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing doo't? Prithee why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame, this will not move This cannot take her; If of her self she will not Love, Nothing can make her, The Devil take her. A little foolish counsel (Madam) I gave a friend of mine four or five years ago, when he was falling into a Consumption.— What have we here? a Churchyard? nothing but silence, and grave? A strange and happy change. Torture must force him then: though it'll indeed, but weakly satisfy to know now they are dead, how they did die.