 | The Enchanted Lovers |  |
SCENA I.
THIMANTES, ISMENIA.Thimantes.
How! in the night, perfidious, to exasperate
My anger, dar'st thou to grant private meetings
To any but my self? yea in the night
Without light and attendance in the Garden,
Thou entertain'dst the Shepheard Clidamant.
ISMENIA.
How's this! Thimantes in a rage, O Gods!
Who would have thought it?
Thimantes.
Wilt thou say that J
Complain now without reason, that J have
A crack'd brain, and bleer'd eyes? it is too long,
Inconstant, to arrest thy spirits, behold
This witness, it hath told me everything;
Yet J should not believe that thou wert guilty,
If such an evidence accus'd thee not,
But since J dis-ingage my faith to thee,
This very instant, J restore thy papers
And will have nothing more to do with thee.
Ismenia.
Well, let it be so then, J doubt it not,
But J shall be provided in good time;
When one forsakes me, presently another
Offers his service, otherwise J should,
In this unlucky moment of thy change,
Be destitute of an officious Lover;
But thanks unto the Gods, more then one calls me
67
And press for thy departure, these notes here
Express the names of those that I've subjected,
I'l blot thee presently out of my Table-book.
THIMANTES.
Light Shepheardess!
ISMENIA.
For all this J am troubled
For thy disquiet, without further jesting,
Know that this trouble which possesseth thee
Proceeds but from a fiction, speedily
I'l clear it to thee, only have but patience
To stay here till the Shepheard Clidamant
Arrives, before whom I have order to
Discover the deceit; and then I know
Thou wilt excuse me for it.—
here he comes.
| The Enchanted Lovers | |