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Sce. 2.
Enter Clerimont Solus.J wonder what humour my old Father's in? he hath thrown
away his staff, and hobles very manfully, struts hem's, and
doth so encourage himselfe as though he had renewd the
rotten house of his life for threescore and one years more; J
know not what to impute this suddaine chang unto; pray
heav'n my Brother proues right; J doe not like these passions
in the old man; his looking glasse which he commanded to
be broken for frightning him with his own Jmage is now in
good request againe, he is allwayes looking in it, his beard
brush ever in his hand, for if he vouchsafe you a word in
complement, he presently turns his head, and under colour of
spitting brushes his beard into order againe; and now the
servants are in a distraction, whither they should first goe
for the barber, taylor, or perfumer; all his talk is of his gold
rings, which being multiplied upon his fingers, your palsey
shakes into sounds and Musick; well J'le among them and
see what this means.
Seb:
Friend, opportunely met, how like you me?
Am J not like a bridgroom? O Clerimont
My head runs round with merriment and joy
J'me all over mirth and cheerfulnesse,
Dull Melancholy's banisht from my soul,
Which is as free and lightsome as if it had
Shook of this clog of flesh; J feel it not.
Cler:
This is excellent, whence are these raptures friend?
Seb:
Whence? from aboue, below; from heauen, from hell.
Cler:
J know not what to think of this.
Seb:
Think upon nine a clock that happy time
Think on the twining Jvys, sweet embraces;
The shell fish kisses, and gentle murmur
That billing Turtles make, think upon me
And Paradise, and twenty such fine things.
Cler:
Whither art thou going now?
Seb:
To see the rarest sight thou wouldst desire.
Cler:
What sight? or where to be exhibited?
Seb:
Thy Father made an asse of, wilt thou goe?
And J in triumph riding on his back.
Cler:
Where? at what place?
Seb:
At Cœlia's house, she is an Actor to.
Cler:
And J'le be a spectator.
Exeunt.
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