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Scæna Secunda.

Enter Agenor, and Gentlemen with Torches.
Ag.
Now Gentlemen, the time's come now t'enjoy
That fruitfull happinesse my heart has long'd for:
This day be happy call'd, and when old Time
Brings it about each yeare, crown'd with that sweetnesse
It gives me now, see every man observe it,
And laying all aside beares shew of businesse,
Give this to joy and triumph: How sits my cloaths?

1 Gent.
Handsome, and wondrous well Sir.

Ag.
Do they shew richly?
For to those curious eyes even beauty envies,
I must not now appeare poore, or low fashion'd;
Me thinks I am younger then I was, farre younger;
And such a promise in my bloud I feele now,
That if there may be a perpetuall youth
Bestowed on man, I am that soule shall win it:
Do's my haire stand well, Lord how ill-favourdly
You have drest me to day? how baldly? why this Cloke?

2 Gent.
Why 'tis the richest Sir.

Ag.
And here ye have put me on
A paire of Breeches look like a paire of Bagpipes.

1 Gent.
Beleeve Sir, they shew bravely.

Ag.
Why these Stockings?

2 Gent.
Your Legg appeares—

Ag.
Peuh I would have had 'em peach collour,
All young, and new about me: and this Scarfe here
A goodly thing: you have trickt me like a Puppet.

1 Gent.
Ile undertake to rig forth a whole Navie,
And with lesse labour then one man in love,
They are never pleas'd.

2 Gent.
Me thinks he lookes well.

1 Gent.
Well
As man can looke, as handsome: now do I wonder
He found not fault his Nose was put on ugly,
Or his Eyes lookt too gray, and rayle at us,
They are the waywards things, these Lovers.

2 Gent.
All will be right
When once it comes to th'push.

1 Gent.
I would they were at it
For our owne quiet sake.

Ag.
Come, wait upon me,
And beare your selves like mine, my friends, and nobly.

Ex.