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SCEN. VII.

Tyndarus, Asotus, Ballio, Evadne.
Tyn.
And is it possible so divine a goddesse
Should fall from heaven to wallow here in sinne
With a Babion as this is?—My Evadne,
Why should a sadnesse dwell upon this cheek
To blast the tender roses? spare those teares
To pitie others, thy unspotted soul
Has not a stain in't to be wash't away
With penitent waters. Do not grieve, thy sorrows
Have forc'd mine eyes too to this womanish weaknesse.

Asot.
A prety enemie. I long for an encounter.
Who would not be valiant to fight under such colours?

Evad.
My lord, 'tis guilt enough in me to challenge
A sea of teares, that you suspect me guilty.
I would your just sword would so courteous be
As to unrip my heart; there you shall read
In characters sad lovers use to write,
Nothing but innocence and true faith to you.

Tyn.
I have lost all distrust, seal me my pardon
In a chaste turtles kisse. The doves that draw
The rosie chariot of the Queen of love,
Shall not be link't in whiter yokes then we.
Come let us kisse, Evadne.—Out temptation!
There was too much, and that too wanton heat
In thy lascivious lip—Go to the stews,
I may perchance be now and then a customer,
But do abjure thee from my chaster sheets.
Exit Tyndarus.