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Enter Dacus, Cypassis, and Spinella.
Dacus.
Now we are Friends again.

Cypassis.
All very good Friends,

Dacus.
Spinella too will smile upon me.

Spinella.
Laugh at you also, when you deserve it,

Dacus.
My wonderfull old Mother! Dear Cypassis
You are growen merrier of late, and it
Becomes you well; makes you grow fat, and hold
The Relicts of your Beauty up together:
If there be any woman in the world.
That doth remember the building of the Capitoll
I dare pronounce tis you. I wish I had
But as much mony as you have spent in Almanacks,
(Reckoning but one for a year) since you could make use of them; And I
Should be as rich as a Governor of a Province
And have Gold
Enough to make daily high Entertainments
Of the best Sweetmeats, and rich Grecian wine
For you, and my Spinella, and maintain her
In clothes beseeming one of Cæsars Family.

Cypassis.
Well, well Captain Dacus: For all you make a jest at my Age, you would
Be very glad to live so long your self.

Spinel.
I think there is small reason to imagine
He will arrive to such an Antiquity.
His Debaucheries will shorten his daies. Beside
He is so quarrelsom, that tis a wonder
That he hath liv'd till now.

Dac.
Pritty Spinella, you steer an other Course
Are tame enough, as Gentle as a Cade,
And he that gives you mony cannot Injure you

Enter Hannibal, Cacala, and Floretta.
Spinella.
You prate, you prate.

Hannibal.
Is the meat ready yet.

Cacala.
Whether it be or no, my stomack ready for it.

Cypassis.
It is; but we must stay for Lord Bassanes.

Han.
Will he be here, Cypassis?

Cypas.
Yes, and his friend Marullus.

Han.
The more the merrier, my reverent Mother.

Cacala.
But the fewer the better Cheare, I say.

Dacus.
Jove save you, Captain Hannibal. And Venus,
Delicate Floretta, smile upon you alwaies.

Han.
Mars (Captain Dacus) be thy Friend, and Victory
Sit on thy swords point, when thou go'st to battail.

Caca.
If Victory be of any weight, he had better
Carry her behind him on horse-back through the Field.

Floret.
You look, Spinella, very well to day, are neatly attir'd,
You meet with wealthy Servants; else you could
Not go so richly clad.

Spinel.
You weare as good Cloathes as I; which makes me conclude that
Captain Hannibal is of a wealthy Fortune.

Floret.
His sword hath been his mony; Tis it that hath
Purchas'd him an Estate sufficient,
To live in nobler splendour then he doth.
But he's content without the Noise of Clyents,
And a Retinue of many Servants. Cacala
Serves him for man; And me for Maid.

Dacus.
I wish Bassanes would appear. Tis pitty
Good meat (out of a Complement) should be spoyl'd

Spinella.
He is a Person of his word.

Cypassis.
And will
Be suddainly here I dare assure it.

Cacala.
But how if he comes not this hower yet?

Cypassis.
We must stay for him.

Cacala.

I would then I were a Lord, and the
better of the two; That we might go to our
meat presently, and he come at his own leasure,
and sit down accordingly.

Enter Bassanes, and Marullus.
Dacus.
Long look'd for comes at last!

Cypassis.
My Lord Bassanes welcome! Friend Marullus!
Y'are welcome too.

Bassanes.
You see I trouble you Cypassis. Why
Seems my Spinella discontent?

Spinella.
Because
She is not yours. You have forsaken me
I have not seen you many a day.

Bassanes.
I shall
Not hereafter be such a stranger to you.

Marullus.
These wenches strange Temptations are. Yet sure
Clorina's Beauties, and the sacred knot
Of Hymen will continue him in virtue.

Bassanes.
Your daughter looks exceeding well, Cypassis,
She's Mistriss of a Beauty so supream
It is above the rage of time, of sickness.

Cypassis.
Venus be prais'd, she needs no Art, and never
Readd Ovids Poem of the skill of Painting,
She knows not what belongs unto a Fucus:
Her Face doth ever weare its native Colours.

Spinel.
Mother! the very thought of the ingredients
Of Paint, would powerfully deterre me from it
I should be sick to daub my Face with Oyntments
Made of the spawne of Snakes, Spittle of Jews,
And Mird of Infants.

Flor.
Many a Gentlewoman
Of good Repute, and excellent Features also,
Have not so nice a stomack.

Cypas.
I credit it:
And have known many (who use Art themselves)
Rail at it with so fine an Impudency,
As if they did intend to win beliefe,
To paint they such Aversion had, as they
Scorn'd (with it) to adulterate their Faces.

Mar.
You women no Dissemblers are! He that
Can live without you is an happy man.

Caca.
In my opinion, you Floretta had
Better become my wife, then thus continue
A Concubine to Captain Hanniball.

Floret.
I shall inform him of your sauciness:
If you desist not from your suit. Know Cacala
I scorn to be a wife to thee.

Caca.
No more
You have more Cause to scorn to be a Whore

Aside.
Flor.
What mutter you?

Caca.
No matter of Importance. I conceit
Your conversation with the Captain hath
Inspir'd you with valour.

Flor.
Preethee wherefore?

Caca.
Because you lead such an Incontinent Life;
I think you do not fear the Gods.

Flor.
Adon;
Or I will make you fear my Hannibal's Anger!

Cypas.
Our meat stayes on us.

Bassanes.
Mother lead the way.
Give me your hand Spinella,

Spin.
And my heart.

Dacus.
I fear Bassanes will renew his Love.
Exeunt.
Could I win her affection. I would marry her
And take her to Rome out of his reach, she is
Cypassis only Child; And they are rich.
She may turne honest after she's a wife:
However Mony makes an happy Life.

Exit.