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[Scæna Quinta]
[Enter Doctor Makewell,][Doctor]
[Whoe ist you looke Sr.?]
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[Stand by furd Vrinall—noe, noe, in vaine]
[I seeke her heere beneath, shee is ascended,]
[Ioue I defie thee, t'art the Pagans God,]
[All rape, and Incest, thou hast rifled hence,]
[This faire pure Virgine, & hast quickly drawne]
[Thy rich, skie colour'd, Curtaines, & hast plac'd]
[Phebus, thy Pympe, to dasle all mens eyes]
[That prye into thy loosenes;]
[Doctor.]
[Oh my ffriend!]
[Witt:]
[Vse not dread Ioue constraint, court her, & spare not,]
[Thou canst not, wt h a glorious fadeinge Yellowe,]
[Staine her im̄aculate whitenes, though thou raigne]
[Downe showers of gold, vntill the Magazine]
[Of thy vast Treasure, be drawne drye, appeare]
[In all thy borrowed shapes, vse every sleight,]
[Such as gayn'd Semele, and faire Europa,]
[Her chastitie, & subtle Innocence,]
[ffirme in its owne defence, scapes all thy prancks,]
[Doctor]
[Theis freights, & chaunges, to his passionate hearte,]
[Bringe on distraction, as an ague fitt,]
[Witt:]
[Ha! didst not heare a skreeke,? not such a one,]
[As a laborious willingnes, delivers,]
[Through vehement Covett, as a tarte Exordium,]
[Vnto a pleasinge Theame, but such as som̄on'd]
[A present Rescue, see, the Clowds doe swell,]
[Bladder'd, wt h Ioues smart breath, all chafe'd wt h struglinge,]
[Doctor]
[I must not crosse still, still, she houlds him tack Sr,]
[Witt:]
[Hand of foule Ravisher, Ile tread the Ocean,]
[Awayteinge the discent of the Sunns Charyott,]
[And like another Phaeton will mount,]
[Thy Mansion ryotous Ioue, & to thy beard,]
[Court thyne enraged Iuno, [weel] weele combine,]
[And breed a faction, 'mongst the gods thy Peeres,]
[And thrust thee from thy Throane, establishe there,]
[That excellent, chaste Goddesse, Modestina,]
[As regent Queene, whoe by a stricter awe,]
[And more divine example governe shall,]
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[The state of things, vnto its virgine purenes,]
[As in those golden dayes, when thou beganst,]
[Thy most luxvrious raigne;—by Precedent]
[ffrom Ioue, men learnt to sinne, & by continuance,]
[Grewe cuninge in all vice.,]
[Doctor]
[His fitt abates,.]
[Witt:]
[Ther's yett a better way,, Ile waste, pyne, dye,]
[And reape sweete sollace, in the Agonie;]
exit.
[Doctor]
[His passion's turn'd, and drives, a dangerous waye,]
[Sweete Modestina, ever since hee sawe,]
[Thine eyes (faire eyes) foule chaunce, has been noe more,]
[His owne, but as the various change of loue]
[Produces him, twice 'hath fell melancholy,]
[Tryvmph'd in this surprise of all his sences,]
[Twice has hee thought him dead, as some belieue,]
[Th'are Kings, some beares, a Vrinall, all nose,]
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[Scæna Sexta]
[Enter Sly.]
Sly.
[Oh quickly healpe Sr, braue Sr. Wittworth's falne]
[Dead, att our gate, where many people thronge]
[And sucke vpp all the ayre, debarringe him,]
[Breath to reviue againe,.]
Doctor
[Oh wretched man!]
[exit at one doare & at thother] enter six Creditors servants
Scæna Quinta
Produces him—oh mee I shalbee troubl'd,
[Sly]
[See, see, see, see a whole armye of Creditors,]
1.
ffriend wher's yor. mr., I am come for money,
Mr. Taylor has heere sent his Bill,
2.
This mr. Strange,
3
This from mr Shorter, and mr. Oweinge,
4.
This from mr. Sharpe,
5
This from mr. Bateman,.
6.
This from mr. Payne, and mr. Thorowgood,
Partners att the Salutacōn,
Sly.
Very good; parteners, in woe, I salute you all,
Tis Strange, you are soe Sharpe sett,
Taylors bills, must be cutt Shorter,
I knowe it's all Oweinge,
But to putt you out of the Payne,
Ther's noe man shalbe paid, but mr. Bateman,
1.
This is a very riddle,
2.
Shrewdely putt,
4.
Yett easily resolu'd,
1
Wee are all geir'd,
4
And Cosoned,
1.
Sirah there shalbe a speedie course taken,
Mountaine shall not carrye it thus,
exeunt manet Sly
Sly.
Nowe it workes—and see
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