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Actus primi,

Scæna prima.

Enter Pyrontus, furiously, intending to fall upon his sword, and Phylocles after him, who with his foot strikes it away.
Pyrontus.
Uncivill man begon, before my rage
Increases above my troubled patience;
And I for this untimely Courtesy,
Make thee to harbinger my Soul, in death.

Phylocles.
Alas! My Lord why will you take away
The noblest Life that ever honour'd Pontus?
I pray you think upon't.

Pyron.
I am resolv'd,
Nor will I live to see Clorina made
A wife to any man besides my self.

Phylo.
Ah! who would not run mad, and tear his haire,
And weep untill his eye-balls did dissolve,
To see the bravest man of all this Land
So passionate; And for a scornfull Lady?

Pyron.
Kill me Phylocles: Thou wilt do a deed
The gods will love thee for; for I am One
Ful of those things that virtuous Souls abhorre,
Else sure Clorina would not use me thus.

Philo.
To my own death to do you reall Service
You may command me readily (my Lord):
But to entise me to advance my hand
Against your Life; Great Jove! and all the gods
(Whom we do reverence and fear) forbid.

Pyron.
Phylocles, dost thou love me?

Phylo.
You know (my Lord) I do above my Life.
In our late wars when we did aid our Friends
The fortunate Romans, I attended you.
And when your Horse's Fall left you a Prey
Unto the barbarous Cruelty of the Parthians
I, careless of my life, ran to your Aide
And brought you off through many of their deaths.
Command me any thing, so you except
Your noble Life, and I will do it freely.

Pyron.
Aswell except you will not stirre a foot
To do your friend the greatest favour for him;
Which with an ease, so easy as is walking,
You may perform.

Phylo.
What would you have me do?

Pyron.
Begon my Phylocles. Is this a day
For me to honour with my Life, wherein
Clorina slighting all my years of service
Which I have paid to her with as great fervour
Is any of our Priests adore the gods)
Till give away her self unto Bassanes?
Away my Friend, and let me dye.

Phylo.
My Lord I will obey you on condition
That I may find you, as I leave you, safe.
And (till I see you next) untoucht, and living.
Have some hope I may bring comfort with me,
Calme all these passions, and create a Joy
That, may occasion Triumphs in your heart

Pyron.
Go then, my Friend, and prosper; but be sure
Thou dost not trifle with me. Thou well knowst
The nature of Pyrontus is averse
To suffering of Abuses.

Phylo.
I am gon
With hope to bring you Comfort speedily.

Exit.
Pyron.
False Tyrant Love! I would I had thee here,
With thy own bow Ide shoot such passions in thee
As should be over-strong for thee to bear.
Fond Boy! Ide make thee doat on chaste Diana
And pluck thy Golden Feathers from thy Wings
To write with them Repentance to the world
Which of the Fatall Sisters did provoke
Thee, careless of mans happiness, to do
Those bloody deeds which thou art famous for
O that I knew her! And when I am dead
Ide pass the dreadfull Waves of Phlegeton
But I would find her, and destroy her too.
Upon Ixion's wheele Ide torture her
Till with her balefull Cries she did awake
The Porter Cerberus from his drowsy den,
Then would I give her body, unto him
And he should eat it, and she be forgot.
But, cruell Love, hadst thou bin kind to me
And equall fire raysd in Clorina's breast,
Not only in Tomos, but throughout all Pontus
I would have raised Altars to thy praise:
Where night and day (whilst Time make Night, and day)
I would have had such Anthems carrol'd to thee
By happy Lovers; that, eternall Jove
Should have wish'd himself to have been the god of love.

Enter Ovid, Phylocles, and Armelina.
Phylo.
My Lord, The beauteous Lady Armelina
Attended by the Poets Glory Ovid
By the Entreaty of the excellent Bride,
Are come to wooe you to your Life.

Pyron.
Tis a miraculous kindness, that the fair
Clorina on this solemn day affords me.
Had shee but pleasd t'have been so mercifull
In former times, I had not drooped thus
Now all the City Tomos layes aside
Neglected Care, and puts on Jollity.
Madam! what is the pleasure of my Deity?
And thou full Soul of poetry (sweet Ovid)
What unimmagin'd harmony of Comfort
Bring you unto me?

Armel.
My Lord! if that my sister
Still doth retain the least of power over you
By me she doth entreat you to continue
Among the Living. By all the Love you have
Profes'd unto her, she conjures you t'bear
The Chances of this Day worthy your birth,
And all the noble Actions of your Life.

Ovid.
It is an unbeseeming weakness in you
Degenerating from the former fulness
Of all your Honours, all your immense knowledge
Of sage Philosophy, and of your self
Thus to captive your Reason, and become
Slave to the passions of an heart let loose
To the pursuit of barbarous Appetites.

Pyron.
Sweet Armelina! you whose every word
Strikes Musick through my ears unto my Soul;
You who in, your soft language have apparal'd
The Commands of my goddess, must have power
To make me die continually by living.

Ovid.
Assume a better Courage, and contemn
These Trifles, which you rashly deem Misfortunes.
My Lord, you are the Glory of this Country
The Basis upon which not only Tomos,
But the Nobility of Pontus, build
Their Glories on; instructed hitherto
By imitating You their great Example.
A little Time may alter your Opinion
Of Beauty; you may chance to see ere Long
Another Lady that may please you better:
And then this day you do account so miserable
You in your Kalender will mark a Festival.

Pyron.
Peace gentle Ovid, this is blasphemy
Against the Divinity of her fair soul,
And that rich Heaven of happiness, her body
Jove hath no Beauty, like her, on Olympus;
She's nature's Master-piece, and glorifies
This Angle of the world so, that I prize it
Above triumphant Rome, and all the Splendours
The Court of great Tiberius is renowned for.

Ovid.
You shall orecome Me, so you will Yourself:
Say any thing (my Lord) and I will hear you
Do any thing, and I will honour it;
So you forbear to trespass 'gainst your Life.

Armel.
My Sister doth expect (if you have ever
Born reall affection to her) that you should
Return her word by me, that you will loose
This Resolution of self-Murther, she will
Love you as far as Honor wil give leave,
Entertain welcomly your Company,
And conversation, whilst you prove your self
Delighted with her virtue. And she knows
The Lord Bassanes will most joyfully
Continue you within the Catalogue
Of his Friends most belov'd, while you exceed not
The Limits of a candid Amity,
Nor attempt treason to her Nuptials.

Phylo.
I see a Calmnesse in your looks (my Friend!)
Thanks (gratious Madam) for your pains; And may
Thy Roman Gods reward this kindness (Ovid).
Yet he were savage that had ears so deafe,
And dull an Intellect, as not to yield
To your great Reason, and most eloquent Tongue,

Ovid.
Your partiall Love doth too much overvalue
My poor Endeavours. Hark!

Musick within
Armel.
The Musick doth
Invite us in. Pray, Glorify this Ceremony
With your fair presence

Phylo.
Hymen will (my Lord)
Owe you a blessing for it.

Ovid.
Light a more
Auspicious Torch, and (for a Courtesy
So timely given) crown your more happy head
With future bliss above your Hopes.

Pyron.
Lead in.
Exeunt, Ovid.
I'le but collect my self, and follow you.

Armel.
You will oblige us all.

Armelina
Pyron.
My Friend Phylocles!

Phylo.
I am here, my Lord.

Pyron.
Oh! how a thousand passions combate here!
But which of them shall prove predominant
Commands (received from my fair, cruell Mistriss)
Already have determind. What strange Miracles,
Great Deity of Love, are in thy power!
Affection prompts me to advance my hand,
And turn the Geniall Bed into an Urne.
By setting this Bassanes Soul at Liberty.
But I must needs recall this infant-thoughts;
Or an inglorious stain may fix upon
My Reputation. He was ever noble
In all his Actions to me, and we
Have long ago contracted such a friendship,
That it hath been look't on, as an Example
Worthy an Imitation. Besides, he
Was never made acquainted with my Love.
He then is innocent of any Injury
Committed against me; and doth no more
Then I. The bright Clorina be affects
And so do I, and so must all the world
That are not blind, or senseless when they see,
His Starres befriend him: All those Eyes of Heaven
Did look a-squint at my Nativity:
And he hath far more Merit to deserve her.
Come Phylocles: She is my only goddess
And I must quit me of profaness too
What she commands, strike no forbidden Blow.

Exeunt.

Scena secunda.

Enter Dacus, Cypassis, and Spinella.
Spi.

Mother! Captain Dacus promis'd me a
new Gown against this Maskque: And hath
not kept his word with me. I desire therefore
I may be quit of his Company?

Dac.

Pritty grumbling Heart! My Tennants
are slow in paying their Rents, I else had
not faild thee: But you are very fine as you
are, Venus be thanked.

Spi.

That's no cost of yours. I am the more
beholding to another friend.

Dac.

To whom? The Brides groom I warrant
you, Spinella.

Spi.

Tis he indeed.

Cypas.

The Lord Bassanes was ever her noble
Patron.

Dac.

But I hope she will loose his Bounty hereafter,
Cypassis.

Spi.

Your Jealousy prompts you to talk thus.

Cypas.

After honey-moon's past, he may return
to her again.

Spi.

You shall become more liberal, or I will
shortly casheere you from my Acquaintance.
What do you think, we venture reputation
for nothing but oathes, flattering words,
and a little foolish pleasure.

Cypas.

Indeed, Son, a young Gentle-woman must
be maintain'd with other Materials. If she
goes not fine, and cleanly, she is not fit for
good Company. And if she keeps never so
litle a while Ill, and it comes to be known,
she may bid farewell for ever to all her holidaies;
The Honorable, and Worshipfull will
not care for her Embraces.

Dac.

Are you against me, too, mother? I had
thought Madam Cypassis had had a greater
kindness for me then so.

Cypas.

Captain Dacus! You know I have much
respected you from our first Acquaintance.
But you must think of performing better
with Spinella for the future. My poor Girle
else, will not be able to live decently, in the
fashion, unless she should live more Common
then I could wish.

Spinel.

Mother, you shall not need to fear that:
for I can be married when I will. And this
Wedding of my dear old friend invites me
much to take that Course. Juno direct me

to the best: for Venus (whom I have hitherto
servd) is but an ill Tutress.

Dac.

Prethee, sweet Spinella, leave this melancholly
Discourse. It sounds too unkindly,
especially on a marriage-day. We should
now talk of Love, Maidenheads, Musick,
Banquets, Maskques, and so forth.

Spinel.

Captain Dacus. I must confess, my Genius
is towards mirth indeed: But you must
not then give me cause of sorrow.

Cypas.

The truth is, Captain, you must not be
so close handed for the future. The Lord
Bassanes being married, peradventure may
turn foolishly uxorious: And then you must
either get you better Tennants,

Spinel.

Or a new Mistriss.

Dacus.

Still in this Key!

Cypas.

What hath been done yet, hath been
kept private. And so it concern'd all
Reputations. But (now I think better on
it) it is your best way (Spinella) to take
an Husband, if he be worth having.

Spinel.

He can scarce be worse then this servant.

Dacus.

Pretty one, afford me better words: For
I dearly love thee. And (though I never
made use of my Credit yet in that kind) I
will take up a new Gown for thee to morrow;
on that condition I may take It up as
often as I will.

Spinel.

Then you shall have leave to do your
best, or worst.

Cypas.

Agreed, agreed.
Tis well y'are come.

Enter Marullus.
Spinel.

We thought Bassanes had forgotten us;
but we meant (you see) to come unsent for.

Mar.

You might have been welcom if you had:
I should have got you good places. But Bassanes
is a Gentleman of his word, and hath
sent me to conduct you accordingly.

Spinel.

I thank his Bridegroom-ship.

Mar.

You are angry (I warrant you) that
he's married.

Spinel.

Not I, Venus bear me record: Much
good do him with his fresh meat. He will be
weary of it no doubt ere long, as he hath been
with Others: So you may tell him, Marullus.

Mar.

And then you hope for him again?

Cypas.

Juno, and Diana defend. I dare swear
she hath no such thoughts.

Dacus.

So durst not I.

Mar.

Nor I.

Spinel.

I care not what you say, you are
both minded to jest with me. But, is not the
young Phæbianus returned from Rome against
these Solemnities?

Mar.

Pyrontus writ for him.

Cypas.

Tis marvaile Bassanes would not stay
for his Arrivall.

Spinel.

No wonder at all: All men are so mad
of a new face when they can get it.

Cypas.

Though often they leave a better for it.

Dacus.

Well said, Mother: Thou speakest Oracles,
old Cypassis!

Mar.

With some Regret. This marriage is not
yet digested by them In earnest, I must entreat
you to beware of your behaviours.
You are desir'd to pretend no Acquaintance
to the Bridegroom. These Slips of youth
are fit to be conceald.

Spinel.

Or Clorina may grow jealous.

Mar.

Tis good preventing the worst: Tis time
we walk.

Exeunt Omnes.

Scena Tertia.

Loud Musick. Then Enter, Pyrontus, Bassanes, Phylocles, Ovid, Clorina, Armelina.
Bassanes.
Welcom for ever to my hand, Clorina,
Who long hast been the Regent of my heart.
This day hath made me Owner of such Riches,
(The Mine of Joyes in my delicious Bride)
That I our mightiest Cæsar do not envy
Why do's my dearest blush? Because thy Modesty
Doth see so many Beauties here Inferior
To thy supremest one! But blush on, fairest,
Like to a setting Sun, at the approch
Of this so longd for Night, that's to determine
Your Virgin Honour.

Clor.
Now you make me blush
Indeed my Lord.

Pyron.
I wish you (Madam) a Life so circled in
With joy, that you may never breathe a sigh:
And (when you shall grow weary of the Earth)
Become Jove's Dotage and be Queen of Heaven.

Clor.
My Lord Pyrontus. I return you thanks:
And hope th'immortall gods will recompense
This kindness, with an happiness transcending
What ever yet you could desire.

Ovid.
May Heaven
Propitiously smile on you with all those
Bright eies that do enlighten Night and Day.

Arm.
I did not think this City could have showne
A Multitude so gallant of both Sexes.

Bassa:
They come (I thank them) to grace our Nuptials.

Phyloc.
They come no doubt to see and to be seen.

Enter Marullus, Dacus, Cypassis, Spinella.
Mar.
Hymen be praisd, we are come in time

Cypas.
Venus bless mine eyes! what a fine shew is here?

Spin.
Indeed (Captain Dacus) you have endeard me much
We are beholding to your lusty Shoulders,
That made a Pritty Lane through all the Croud.

Dacus.
My best of strength shall evermore attend.
To do you service.

Mar.
Here let us keep together
This is the best Room that is left. Pray tell me
How do you like the Bride? Do not her eies
Dart subtle rayes, such as may kindle fires
Within the breasts of all mankind?

Spin.
I do not know how some may love heart-burning.

Cypas.
It is a Pretty Lady, but I have seen
Some faces that have seemd as well.

Mar.
O Envy! Madam Cypassis, where beseech you?

Dacus.
I hope Spinella would be loth enough
To change with her.

Spinel.
I am not yet a weary
Of mine own.

Bas.
It doth grow late, and time they did begin

Ovid.
They only waited your Commands.

Mar.
That's Publius Ovidius Naso, the chief Poet
Not only of Rome, but all the mighty Empire.

Cypas.
I know him well enough, and was acquainted
Many years with him, ere I saw this Country.

Ovid.
May Musick bring
Some Deities from Olympus-Top, to grace.
This Night's Solemnities.

The Maskers all attir'd according to the Fancies of the Ancient Poets.
After a Flourish of loud Musick, Enter Hymen, Cupid, and Venus singing.
Ven.
I smil'd with eies, that darted rayes
Of sweet desire on either's face.

Cupid.
And I such shafts did put in ure
As only they themselves could cure.

Hym.
And I Love's best Physitian quickly found;
Each others hand might heal each others wound.

Ven.
May they dissolve in love, yet prove
No Diminution by their love,

Cup.
May they their fears and pains requite,
And spend (in such revenge) this night.

Hym.
What ere they do, they may with ardent Zeal;
For they have Licence under my great Seal.

Enter Mercury.
Merc.
Jove hath commanded me to let you know
You shall not want a grace that Heaven can show.
By virtue therefore of my sacred Wand
Juno, and Pallas, hither I command;
That they (with Venus) may again contest,
To whom belongs the Golden Apple best.
And Paris (by my Caduceus Power),
I charge to come from thy Elizium Bower.
Now let thy doom meet the just will of Jove
And thou shalt feast with Deities above,
Forgo thy Solitary shades, and sit
A judg upon Olympus for thy wit.

Enter Juno, and Pallas.
Pallas.
Wherefore are we thus summond to appear
To humain view? and to these Mortals here?

Juno.
I hope Jove now will not disturb our Raign,
And fall in love with women-kind again.

Pallas.
Surely long since (Queen of the Deities)
He did abandon terrene vanities.

Juno.
Daughter, he swore (by Dis) to me himself,
He would for ever leave all amarous stealth:
Yet Juno cannot but suspect the worse;
He once so long continu'd such a Course.

Pallas.
Pallas hath often blush'd to hear Mars tell,
Following his Fathers steps he did but well,
My brother was too blame.

Juno.
Alas! my son
Gloried to imitate what Jove had don.
Your sister Venus was an hansome Child.

Pallas.
And Mars (when he was young) was very wild.

Merc.
Saturnia, needless, I do know your fears;
Had Jove meant so, hee'd not have met you here.
Paris is slow in his Approach. Sure some
Fine Dreams have fix'd him in Elizium.
Again I must command him to appear.

Enter Paris.
Paris.
You need not (Maia's sons) for I am here.
I had not made such stay, but was in talk,
With my fair Queen in a delicious walk.
Where Agamemnon, and the Spartan King,
And all those many Princes, they did bring
To fight for the Revenge of that fam'd Rape,
Did laugh at our Discourse, not envy at.
Thrice happy are those Shades, where none do bear,
Those Passions that so tyrannize it here.
The Grecian Chieftains have a thousand times
Curs'd their own rage, that cros'd us in our Crimes:
For when their wiser souls were loosned from
Their Bodies (forc'd unto Elizium
By violent deaths) and clearly understood,
Those follies they had sealed with their blood.
Amazement ceas'd upon them all. Our Troy,
(Which that so fatall Quarrell did destroy.)
Had flourish'd still in Pompe; All they and we
Had liv'd in peace and in Felicity.
And died in our own beds, had they been blest
T'have had those thoughts wherewith th'are now possest.
We are not jealous in those plains of Bliss:
They for fruition care not, there, that kiss
Hellen of Greece, and I (without dispight
To Menalaus self) take what Delight,
Pleaseth us there the most. Every one there,
Sleights those things most they doted upon here.
Our Bodies being compos'd of Elements
Incline Mankind to seek to please the sense.
But there our Spirits (being unconfin'd)
Strive at the satisfaction of the mind.
Though Souls embrace, They Organs want, and Places
To raise a jealousy at their embraces:
We at our old Amours do often laugh.

Merc.
Then you was in discourse, which I broke off?

Paris.
No matter (Mercury) 'tis fit I pay
My duty unto Jove, and him obey:
What therefore is his will? that I may soon
Submit to his Inevitable Doom.

Merc.
You must again an Umpire be, and tell
(In beauty) which of these doth most excell.

Paris.
My Judgment I have given, once, and why
Should that again to my discussion lye?

Merc.
'Tis Jove's Decree, And he (if you refrain)
Will make you Subject unto Pluto's Raign,
From the Elizium Plains, remove you quite,
And cast you into an eternall night;
(Insteed of Helen's voice) where evermore
You shall hear Cerberus bark, Cocytus rore,
And dreadfull Phlegeton (with horrid Noise)
Torment your ears, as darkness shall your eies.

Paris.
I must submit.

Merc.
Here take this golden Ball.
And give't to her that's hansomst of them all.

Paris.
I shall (in my Opinion) doom aright:
But wish that Jove had chose some other wight.
But the last time these goddesses emploid
Me in this kind, it was on Sacred Ide.
Why therefore here, in so remote a Town?
And Countries, so far distant from mine own?

Merc.
Cast but your eies about this Crouded Place,
And you may judge, it is to do a Grace
To some in this fair Company.

Hymen.
To day,
That generous youthfull Pair became my Prey.

Cupid.
But they had never been your Captives bound,
If I had not compeld them by a wound.

Merc.
Jupiter (to do honor to this Night)
Hath summond these t'appear to humain sight:
And hath commanded you (before this Throng)
To give that Apple where't doth most belong:
Be well advis'd (after exact Survey)
How you dispose the golden Fruit away.

Paris.
Prime goddesses of the Olympick Court,
That Paris grace again with your Resort.
I on my knees beg leave, that what I do
For One, may not offend the other Two:
Because our Poets have profes'd, that we
Have been afflicted for my first decree;
For thence two of you did our foes become,
And hastned-on the Sack of Ilium.
I must obey Imperious Jove's Command,

Venus.
And we to thy Arbitriment will stand.

Juno.
I do protest (by all my Rule above),
I'le not be angry howsoe're It prove.

Pallas.
And, Priams son, I will be nothing stirr'd
Or discontent, if others be prefer'd.

Paris.
Having implor'd your Mercies, Now I fall
To look to whom belongs the Golden Ball.
Juno hath sweet black eies, Pallas fine hair,
Venus is just proportion'd wondrous fair.
As I have done before, again I must,
Venus The Ball's thine; And my judgment just.

Gives it to her.
Juno.
To tax thy Doom, were but a needless shift,

Pallas.
Nor do We envy her the petty guift.

Venus.
To show there is no falling out, Lets all
Fall in, and dance (before this Pair) a Ball.

Juno.
You and I (Trojan Prince) will lead: this sport

Juno.
You have been famous for, in Priam Court.

Paris.
Supremest goddess, you a Grace conferre
Too high, upon your humble Honorer.

Juno.
Hymen, Cupid, and Maia's son, advance;
Let's show these Mortals an Olympick Dance.

All the Maskers dance.
After a Flourish of Solemn loud Musick, Enter Jupiter.
Merc.
The King of gods and men! Haile thundring Jove!

Pallas.
Why hath my Father left his Throne above?

Jupiter.
Perceiving Venus, and her wanton Son,
(To do some service) were by Hymen won
From my star-paved Court, and looking down
Upon the world, and (in it) on this Town,
I soon espide the business: Therefore straight
Summond you both to meet (this Nuptiall night)
My daughter Venus here, that we might do,
A Grace divine unto these happy two.
How Paris hath bestow'd the Ball, I've seen:
But give it me again (you amorous Queen
Of Cyprus) It hereafter must not be
A Trophy to the Paphian Diety.

Ven.
Great Jupiter, I yield to thy Command,

Jupi.
And I thus give it t'a more beautious hand.
Gives it Clorina.
Here may you flourish long in bliss, and when
You weary grow of the abodes of Men,
I'le fix you both (t'amaze all human eies,)
A glorious Constellation in the skies.
Pallas and Venus do not take offence,
For she is a superior Excellence:
And frown not Juno; I no more will make
Converse with Mortals, for thy Quiet's sake.
Hadst thou thus given the Golden Ball, I had
Speaks to Paris.
Made thee Companion unto Ganimed.
Take hands, and dance, whilst our attentive eares
Do guide our feet, to Musick of the sphears.

They dance the second Dance.
A Song.
Hymen.
Blest, and best Pair make haste to bed,
The Bride still owes her Maiden-head.

Cupid.
There you can only find a Balm,
The festring of my Darts to calm.

Venus.
And Youth, and Beauty may delight,
In all Joyes of a Nuptiall night.

Chorus.
There when you shall be left alone, and Kiss,
You need not envy to the gods, their Bliss.

Jupiter.
'Tis time we leave these to a new Delight,
And therefore Jove himself doth bid good night.

Exeunt, Maskers.
Bassanes.
Let us to bed, my Dear: I long to lose,
My self in thy Embraces. Gentle Ovid
The bright Clorina, and my self shall owe,
All power we have to serve you to the utmost:
And may propitious Heaven encline great Cæsar,
To look with gratious eies, on your Misfortunes.

Ovid.
You both vouchsafe too much of honour to me,
If you forgive the rudeness of my Muse.

Pyron.
I find my self extreamly ill o'th soddain
And must not be so barbarous t'interrupt
With any sign of sickness) the Felicities
Of this Bles'd Company: Good night to all!
Farewell my Lord, The happiest of mankind:
Clorina too goodnight,—you most unkind.

Exeunt Bassanes, Ovid, Clorina, Armelina.
Marull.
Captain I do commit to your Conduct
Madam Cypassis, and her pritty daughter.
Iust go help the Groom to bed, and see
The Bride to tast her last Virginity-posset.
Exit Marullus.

Dacus.
I shall be carefull of my charge, Spinella,
I had rather have spent my time in bed with thee,
Then have been at this Maskque.

Spin.
So had not I with you.

Dacus.
I know you jest my litle Rogue.

Cypas.
Juno was of a demure look, and had a grave Behaviour.

Dacus.
Pallas had a smart cast with her eyes.
I warrant you she beat
Her husband, if she were ever Married,

Spin.
Venus indeed was the hansomst of them all.

Dacus.
But you are hansomer then she my pritty One.

Exeunt. Dac. Cyp. Spin.
Phyloc.
Tis very late and time to hasten home.
How is it with my Noble Lord Pyrontus.

Pyr.
I am undon (my Philocles) for ever.
And have too tamely yielded to this March.
I should have challenged my friend Bassanes,
If he would not have given up his interest:
And (by his fall) rays'd up my self some hope.
Or lost her bravely with my life together.

Phyl.
My Lord for Heavens sake, cast aside such Thoughts,
And (to your Aide) call generous Patience.

Pyron.
The Cowards virtue! O the Multitude
Of those grand joyes Bassanes is possest of
By this Conjugall knot! And oh the Myriads
Of Miseries, my poor life is to wade through
By her severe Command! were I the mighty
Tiberius, and (or'e the conquer'd world)
Bore Soverainty, the Empire I should sleight,
And give't Bassanes for his Room to night,

Exeunt Ambo