CAMELIA

Sir you needs not take the pepper in the nose, Your nose is firy enough. My mind is dull, and yet my thoughts are fixed Upon a pleasing object, Brabants love. Last day thy praise extolled him to the skies. A younger brother? o intolerable. Tut he is good, because he knows not how to be bade, Nor wherefore he is good. Nay he is a fool, a perfect Idiot. Believe me wench, thy words have fired me, I'll lay me down upon a bank of Pinks, And dream vppont; Sweet fool, I 'tis most clear, A foolish bed-mate, why he hath no peer. Sweet John my Love, here's thy Camelia: Hold wear this favour, with this kiss vppont. What did he strike thee sweet? And would not you draw your weapon out, and to it lustily, as long as you could stand? Servant yowl go in too, and stay dinner? Sir it were good you God a benefice, Some Evenuch'd Vicarage, or some Fellowship, To prop up your weak younger brothership. Match with your equals, dare not to aspier My seat of love, I wis Sir, I look higher. Rudevnciuile Clown. Carry this favour to my Else straight, I long to see him, preethe bid him come. What is thy judgement of my Else change? Lord what a tide of hate comes creeping on Upon my former judgement? Come, the man? Out on the devil, that res a man indeed. Well, if he court me, I'll not be much coy. Sweet Planet, thou only governest me. Oh Rocky spirit. Be not too cruel sweet Planet, deer relent, Compassionate my amorous languishment. Look, on my knees I creep, Be not impenetrable beauteous youth, But smile upon me, and I'll make the air Court thy choice ear with soft delicious sounds. Bring forth the Viols, each one play his partly, Music's the quiver of young Cupid's dart. Persist not still, o thou relentless youth To scorn my love: what though I scorned thy friend, Do not upbraid me still with hating him, Do not still view me with a loathing eye. For Brabants sake, do you but love me sweet, And I'll not scorn him. Why shouldst be so nice In keeping laws of friendship? didst thou ever hear Of any soul that held a friend more deer, Then a fair woman? Faith Sister, as I am your elder born, So will I match before or with you sure, Young M. Brabant? Honest M. Else? Virtuous Master Planet. Why my name's Fortune too. O but to hug a fool is odious. What Lady, good sweet Winifride, what Lady say Faith there be some good parts about the fool, which I perceive not, yet and other may: what Lady, good sweet Winifride? say quick good wench. Did he give thee a box on the ear, and wouldst thou take it? Pure honesty, kind Duck, kiss me sweet John. Come sweetest Love, lets give time pleasing wing, What shall we make some purposes or sing? Come lay thy head then in my virgin lap, And with a soft sleek hand Il'e clap thy cheek, And wring thy fingers with and ardent gripe: I'll breathe amours, and even intrance thy spirit, And sweetly in the shade lie dallying. Sir you would spoke exceeding pleasingly, For which I love you, as I love a dull dead eye. Brabant I do conjure thee Court not me, Do not presume to love or fancy me. Farewell, and never view my face again. O thou tormentst me, deer Winifride the man? Oh I am Planet stricken Winifride, How shall I intimate my love to him? Do, do, deer Winifride, sweet wench make haste. Marry phoh, will you match me to a fool? I as my fool, my I diot to make sport. O too unkind, why dost thou scorn my love? She that with all the vehemence of speech Hath be pursued, and kneeled too for love, Prostrates her self, and all her choicest Hope's, As low as to thy feet, disdain me not, To scorn a Virgin, is men odious blot M. Brabant, M. Planet, M. Else, faith I'll have any.