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Who calls? whence are you? Amongst the dead? What violence is this? what seek you here Where nought but death and her attendants dwell. Good Soldier do not stir her, She's weak, and quickly seized with swooning and pass zions, and with much trouble shall we both recall her fain ting spirits. Five days thus hath she wasted; and not once seasoned her Palate with the taste of meat; her powers of life are spent; and what remains of her famished spirit, serves not to breath but sighs. She hath exiled her eyes from steep, or sighed, and given them wholly up to ceaseless tears over that ruthful hearse of her deer Spouse, slain by Bantditos, Nobly born Lysander. This Soldier sure, is some decayed pothecary. Good hear him: this is a rare Soldier. For love of courtesy, good Mistress, eat, Do not reject so kind and sweet and offer, Who knows but this may be some Mercury Disguis'de, and sent from Juno to relieve us? Did ever any lend unwilling ears To those that came with messages of life? By my soul; to speak plain truth, I could ra there wish t'employ my teeth then my tongue, so your ex ample would be my warrant. Persuade my Mistress first. I protest sir. It is. Oh know what joint she means. Very toothsome Ingrediens surely sir, Want but some lycor to incorporate them. I humbly thank you Sir. 'Tis the poison Sir, That preserves life, I take it. bibit Ancill. Sighing has made me something short-winded. I'll pledge y'at twice. I pray sir, have you been a Pothecary? Have you good Ingredients? I Like your Bottle well. Good Mistress taste it. Try but the operation, 'twill fetch up The Roses in your cheeks again. Doctor Verolles bottles are not Like it; There's no Guaicum here, I can assure you. Now fie vpon't. Oh I have lost my tongue in this same lymbo. The spring ants, spoiled me thinks; it goes not off With the old twang. Aristotle says sir, in his Posterionds. That when a man die, the last thing that moves is his heart, in a woman her tongue. Faith the truth is sir; you are no fit Organ For this business; 'Tis quite out of your Element: Let us alone, sheele eat I have no fear; A woman's tongue best fits a woman's ear. Jove never did employ Mercury, But Iris for his Messenger to Juno. With more provision good Sir. And bring more wine. She shuts up the Tomb. So; lets air our dampish spirits, almost stifled in this grose muddy Element. Well said; Now you're your self: did not I tell you how sweet and operation the Soldiers bottle had? And if there be such virtue in the bottle; what is there in the Soldier? know, and acknowledge his worth when he comes in any case Mistress. Gods my patience? did you look forsooth that Ju no should have sent you meat from her own Trencher, in reward of your widows tears? you might fit and sighs first till your heartstrings broke, I'll able't. Faith the truth is, my tongue hath been so long tied up, that 'tis covered with rust, & I rub it against my palate as we do suspected coins, to try whither it be currant or no. But now Mistress for and upshot of this bottle; let's have one carouse to the good speed of my old Master, and the good speed of my new. You must pledge it, here's to it. Do me right I pray. Must? what else? Go to Mistress, do not think but you and I shall have good sport with this jest, when we are in private at home. I would to Venus we had some honest shift or other to get off withal; for I'll no more ant; I'll not turn Saltpeter in this vault for never a men company living; much less for a woman's. Sure I am the wonder's over, and 'twas on lie for that, that I endured this; and so a my conscience did you. Never deny it. Gods me it's the Soldier Mistress, by Venus if you fallen to your late black Santus again, I'll discover you. Honourable Soldier? you're welcome; please you step in sir? Faith Sir, you are in the way to do it once, if you have the heart to hold on. Go to Mistress, pray simper no more; pledge the man of War here. Good. Said Like a Mistress; and the Mistress of your self; pledge him in love too: I see he loves you; She's silent, she consents sir. Nay if you kiss all of a piece we shall never have done: Well it well offered, and as well taken. Comfortable doctrine Mistress, edify, edify. Me thinks even thus it was when Dido And Aeneas met in the Cave; And hark Me thinks I hear some of the hunter's. She shuts the tomb. Nay byr'lady almost five. Faith I'll take a nap again. Who's there. Alas Sir, 'tis no boot to vex your sister, and your self, she is desperate, & will not hear persuasion, she's very weak. Oh the very naming an't, will driven her into a swown; good Sir forbear. Alas she's faint, and speech is painful to her. A Soldier? when? Your brother Mistress, that asks if there were not a soul dier here. Yes Mistress I think here was such a one though you took no heed of him. Oh fie a these perils. Nay, you'd never be warned; I ever wished you to withstand the push of that Soldiers pike, and not enter him too deep in to your bosom, but to keep sacred your widows vows made to Lysander. Now you may see th'euent. Well our safety lies in our speed: heel do us mischief, if we prevent not his coming. Lets to your Mother's: and there call out your mightiest friends to guard you from his fury. Let them begin the quarrel with him for practising this villainy on your sex to entrap your frailties. Who knocks? Lys The soldier; open. she open ̄ S & he enters See sweet, here are the engines that must doo't, Which with much fear of my discovery I have at last procured. Shall we about this work? I fear the morn Will overtake's; my stay hath been prolonged With hunting obscure nooks for these employments, The night prepares away; Come, art resolved. Better you and I join our hands and bear him the there, you take his head. I'll be at the feet; I am able to bear against you I war rant you. It shall go hard Sir But I will make her turn flesh and blood, And learn to live as other mortals do.