GERALDINE

Save you master Long-field. Faith no great serious affairs, only a stirring humour to walk, and partly to see the beauty's of the Ci tie; but it may be you can instruct me: pray whose shop's this? She's wondrous fair. You shall not be so unfriendly, pray assist me; We'll to the shop and cheapen stuffs or satins. Pre thee walk in, what you bargain for, I'll dis charge. That which I fear you will not let me have. She's here sir, here. The Sun is yet wrapped in Aurora S arms, And lulled with her delight, forgets his creatures: Awake thou God of heat, I call thee up, and task thee for thy slowness; Point all thy beams through yonder flaring glass, And raise a beauty brighter then thy S fe; Music. Musicians, give to each Instrument a tongue, To breathe sweet music in the ears of her To whom I send it as a messenger. Enter Gartered aloft. Alas, she's spent yfayth: now the storms over. As with your self; and is that his sister? Pray let us walk, I would behold her better. Let me see a good satin. Faith I am indifferent, what colour most affects you Lady? Without offence (fair creature) I demand it. But my affection (fairest) is fast tied Unto the crimson colour of your cheek. Why do you say I flatter? Exeunt Spend. Long. Who looks on heaven, and not admires the work? Who views a well cut Diamond, does not praise The beauty of the Stone? if these deserve The name of Excellent, I lack a word For thee which meritst more, More then the tongue of man can attribute. Leave with me first some comfort. No more (fair creature) then a modest kiss. I dare not grant to that. Oh fare thee well (fair regent of my soul) Never let ill fit near thee, unless it come To purge it self; be as thou ever seemest, And Angel of thy Sex, born to make happy The man that shall possess thee for his Bride. Good sir, would you done? Nay good sir, will you go? As little children love to play with fire And will not leave till they themselves do burn, So did I fondly dally with Desire: Until Loves flames grew hight, I could not turn, Nor well avoid; but sighs and sob, and mourn As children do, when as they feel the pain, Till tender mother kiss them whole again. Fie, what unsavoury stuff is this? but she, Whose mature judgement can distinguish things, Will thus conceit; tales that are harshest told, Have smoothest meanings, and to speak are bold: It is the firstborn Sonnet of my brain, We sucked a white leaf from my black-lipped pen So sad employment, Enter Will Rash and Long field. Yet the dry paper drinks it up as deep, As if it flowed from Petrarkes cunning Quill. Pre thee away, by the deepest oath that can be sworn, thou shalt not read it, by our friendship I conjure thee, pre thee let go. Thou hast a Privilege to utter this, But by my life my own blood could not escape A chastisement for thus profaning her, Whose virtues sits above men's calumnies, Had mine own brother spoke thus liberally, My fury should have taught him better manners. How cheerfully things look in this place, 'Tis always Springtime here, such is the grace And potency of her who has the bliss, To make it still Elizeum where she is: Nor does the King of flames in's golden fires, After a tempest answer men's desires, When as he casts his comfortable beams, Over the flowery fields and silver streams, As her illustrate Beauty strikes in me, And wrappes my soul up to felicity. Shall I presume (fair Mistress) on your hand to lay my unworthy lip? Let me know it (Lady) and I shall soon effect it. I am gone Lady. Did you call? What say you Gentlewoman? The Gentlewoman has something to say to me. The power of Magic can not fasten me, I am gone. Leave me not entranced: sing not my death, Thy voice is able to make Satires tame, And call rough winds to her obedience. Since you have herd, and know them, give redress, True beauty never yet was merciless. I guess what y'ould have me do. A scarffe over my face, left I betray my self. It is no wonder Geraldine should live, Though he had emptied all his vital spirits, The Lute of Orpheus spoke not half so sweet, When he descended to th'mfernall vaults, To fetch again his fair Eurydice, As did thy sweet voice to Geraldine. Thy company is heaven, thy absence hell. The same sir. Will not be long, sir. I thank you sir. Why then we'll go to the Read Bull; they say Green's a good Clown. Very well sir. Yes: prithee what is he? Well, do not tyrannise too much, least one day he make you know his Deity, by sending a shaft out of a sparkling eye, shall strike so deep into your heart, that it shall make you fetch your breath short again. How now man, what tyerd, tyerd? For the love of laughter, look the der, Another Hearing in the same pickle. Yes Sir. Sir, I thank you. Would be a dismal day indeed to some of us. Nay I prithee be not thus unseasonable: Without thee we are nothing. What else man? We kneel sir for your blessing. Why sir, what would you do? I that she will, and so must you. Yes that you must. A kind enamouret I did strive so prove, But now I leave that, and pursue your love. They take their way directly, intend nothing gainst us.