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Scena 4a.

Calidor. Florimond.
Cal.
Noble ffriend!
Why what's the matter? who hath don this to thee?

Flor.
Who but a ffather Durst, & I a Sword?

Cal.
It Cannot be.

Flor.
I'm Loath to quarrell wt h thee,
But prithee haue a Care.—

Cal.
Howe's this?

Flor.
I Loue thee
Better then Witches doe Reuenge, and yet
Come not too neare for I shall wrong thee much

Cal.
Why this is uery strang!

Flo.
O how my Heart
Aside
Abhorres this Uillanie. Is it not Pitty
Soe to betray that noble Shape to Scorne?
O that I could goe backward from my Oath!
But still it pulls mee—Let mee see thy Sword.

Cal.
Why soe?

Flor.
Why Let mee
Aside.
Would I could make him fight yt hee might kill mee.
Prithee Let's See how thou and I can fight

Cal.
Away away.

Flor.
Wee must wee must by Hercules,
I'l strike thee

Cal.
You will not. Who hath infus'd
These Discontents into thee; Name him to mee
And by my Loue to you (Then wc h the Gods
Know nothing greater) Hee shall feele my Anger.

Flor.
you will not fight then

Cal.
How? with thee?
Not for my Honour if it Lay at Stake.

Flor.
Then you must Sweare to Answere my Request

Kisses his Sword.
Cal.
By my sword I will. I'ue Sworne.

Flor.
How easly are wee Led to wrong our Selues!
Thou'lt giue mee Leaue to kisse thy Ladyes hand,
And be not Iealous, wilt thou Calidor?
I know thou wilt

Cal.
The Chambers of the Dead
Are not more Darke then thou

Flor.
The Queene, the Queene—
In whose bright Eye Loue hath a thousand kingdomes—

Cal.
Why what of Her?

Flor.
Dost thou not feele thy Blood already Warme?
Is not a new Ioy borne into thy Heart?

Cal.
Thou wouldst say something yt I dare not heare.

Flor.
Not heare? why shee's Composd of Harmony,
The Spheares moue in her, and the Wanton Boy
That is a God to others, Waites on her,
And hee Commands thy Loue; nay start not man,
The Gods could doe noe Lesse for thee, in Iustice

Cal.
I cannot thinke shee's such an Enemy
To Virtue to forget thy Ex'lent Merits

Flor.
Shee would Aduance em' ffreind in taking thee.

Cal.
Away! thou Canst not Speake this from thy Heart,
Then doe not thus Dissemble with thy ffriend.
These Are poore Wayes to Sound mee; do not use 'em,
Come you are ouer-Laden with your Ioyes
Since this yor Priuate match; your Eyes instruct mee
Where you haue Layne Last night

Flor.
O Do not mock mee;
The Bed is Kept for thee; And I resigne it.
Goe thriue in Dayly Loosing of thy Selfe
In her Embraces; Plucke her growing Kisses,
And take her Beamy Eyes vnto thy Bosome,
Full of Conserues of Loue and Lasting joy.

Cal.
Why this is uerie Strange, My Thoughts Led mee
To the Beleife that you had married her.

Flor.
O who Can rightly Search a Womans heart!
The Deepest Seas haue Bottoms, and Man's Skill
Can mount into the Bosom of the Starres,
But neuer neuer any trod the Maze
Of Woman's Thoughts; But Pardon mee my freind
'Tis all the Happinesse I now Can hope
To See, thee twining in her Armes, that Waite
To Entertaine thee; I must haue noe nay,
For such a word will kill her.

Cal.
I'l not wrong thee

Flor.
It is noe injurie to a Willing man
And though my Heart must shortly burst wt h Greife
For Speaking thus much, yet to gaine ye World
I would not haue thee slight her.

Cal.
My honest heart
Will nere be brought to it

Flor.
Then may all
The Sorrowes of Mankind be thy Companions,
Thou hast my Curse

Call.
Stay freind—O my sadd Genius
Guide mee for I am Lost in thee.