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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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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