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Scen. 5.
Enter Pas solus.What art, strength, wit, can tame a fish or flye?
The least of creatures vs'd to liberty,
With losse of life shake off base captiue chaines,
And with restraint all life disdaines.
But I, ah foole, yeld vp my selfe a slaue,
And what they shunne, by death doe basely craue:
My griefe more then my folly, who deplore
That which all others vse to wish before:
My loue loues too too much too many,
For while she liketh all, she loues not any.
Let me her falsly, or she truely loue me.
Enter Cosma.
See where she comes; and that so bright a sunne
Should haue no spheare, no certaine race to runne:
I'le stand and ouer-heare her.
Cos.
I can but smile to thinke how foolish wise
Those women are, that chuse their loues for wisedome.
Wisedome in men's a golden chaine to tie
Poore women in a glorious slauery.
Pas.
Hark Heauens! O monstrous! harke. O women, women.
Cos.
Fond men, that blame the loue that euer ranges
To foule and sluttish loue, that neuer changes.
The Muses loue by course, to change their meeter,
Loue is like linnen often chang'd, the sweeter.
Pas.
Thus these neate creatures, dead with loue and all,
By shunning beastlines, make it beastiall.
Cos.
Our beauty is our good, the cause of loue:
Fond that their good toth' best will not improue;
What Husbandman neglects his time of sowing?
What fisher loseth winds, now fairely blowing?
Beauty our good: ah good, ah short and brittle,
A little little good, for time as little,
How easie doest thou slide, and passe away?
Vnborne, full growne, and buried in a day.
Thy spring is short, and if thou now refuse it,
Tis gone, when faine thou wouldst, thou shalt not vse it.
The time and euery minute daily spends thee.
Spend thou the time, while time fit leisure lends thee.
Pas.
Does she not blush? hark, women, heres your preacher,
Maids, you want a Mistris; heres a teacher.
Cos.
Now since Conchylio spake of this Armillus,
My new found louer, I halfe long to try him:
Too cruell she that makes her hearts contenting,
To see a heart languish in loues tormenting.
What though i'th' night we liue most wantonly?
I' th'morne with clothes we put on modestie.
Next sunne ile act a part of feare and fright.
Pas.
Modestie? marry guipp: these are your modest creatures.
Cos.
Long haue I hated Olinda, and Glaucilla,
And one of them by this hath drunke her last,
The next shall follow ere the next day's past.
The ginne is layd, and if it hit aright,
This is her last, this her eternall night.
Perindus long I haue long lou'd, who euer scorn'd mee,
Because he loues Glaucilla; I know hee'l grieue:
But when the tempest once is ouerblowne,
Hoyst vp all sailes; the prize is sure mine owne.
Ill for a woman is that woman plac't,
Who like old Ianus, is not double fac't.
Now to Armillus who sure expects me.
How darke the night? more fit for Louers play.
The darkest night is louers brightest day.
Exit Cosma.
Pas.
Well Mistris Iana with your double face,
I thinke I shall outface you by and by.
Ile fit you for a face i'fayth, I could be mad now.
Well, since you are sportiue, i'le make one i'th play:
You haue a foole already, i'le act a Deuill;
And since you needes must to a new consort,
Ile beare a part, and make or marre the sport.
Enter Perindus.
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