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SCÆNA VI.
To them Callias, Neander, Artops.Call:
Ladies, we have a small suite to you, which
Concernes your selves.
Orith:
'Twill the more easily
Be granted, Sir, what is't?
Neand:
'Tis, that you'l speake
To th'King, we may stay, and be listed Guards
Unto your persons, in these times of Danger.
Art:
'Tis no plot Ladies, to decline the War;
But to doe service to you here at home;
And to defend you 'gainst Assaults.
Thal:
That, Sir,
The Fortwill doe, and the strong Wals oth' Castle.
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Troth, Madam, we begge this in pitty to you.
How will you spend your Dayes, Ladies with Ladies,
And but two reverend old Males among you?
Neand:
Either you must betake your selves to your needles,
And worke the Seige of Troy o're; or the Tragœdy
Of Hero and Leander, in sad Stitches;
Or else betake your selves to your spindle, like
Penelope, and sing the adventures of
Your absent Husbands to a distaffe, and
Beguile the Houres in flax.
Call.
Or else you must
Hire some old, frosty, cold Philosopher,
To read on flowers t'you, every time you walke
Into the Garden, and convert their Colours
Into Your Lectures. Show You why the Primrose
Is pale, and why the Marygold is red.
Art:
Then for your Nights—
Call.
True, Ladies, Doe but consider,
How you will spend your Nights?
Art:
Watch how your lone,
Forsaken, Taper wastes it selfe, and pines
Away, out oth' meere sense it hath to burne
So fruitlesly, till it consume it selfe
Into its owne Darknesse?
Neand:
Or shall your Women, keep you:
Awake with amorous Tales? Troth, Ladies, Story
Is a dead Thing, if not reduc'd to practise.
Say, to delude the tediousnesse oth' Night,
You should share ith' same bed. Two oth' same Sex,
Make but one in th'affaires of Love.
Thal.
We see
Y'have studied our case for us. Truth is, Gentlemen,
The lists are full already.
Orith.
Besides, 'twoud breed
Suspicions in our Husbands. So we leave you.
Exeunt.
Call.
We are defeated, Gentlemen;
Neand:
what remedy?
Art:
By that time they've layne fallow but three Nights
They will send after, and petition us.
Call:
Come let's prepare to goe with th'King.
Neand.
Lead on;
Necessity breed's resolution.
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