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Scen. 4.
Enter Bracheus, Arismena, and Castarina.Aris.
Sir, be assur'd you have a Daughter, whose
Happinesse consisteth more in being
A subject to your will, then could she boast
The mighty treasure of the Indian Mines.
Brac.
Say'st thou so Girle? 'tis well, very well said,
And yet there's something in a corner of
Thy eye, makes me suspect, dost weep?
Aris.
If any sorrow Sir appear in me,
It is that you suspect me to dissemble.
Indeed I speak with freedome of my heart,
I never lov'd Philaritus, nor will.
Brac.
Nor will: how's that? not if I should command.
How now? you go too far.
Aris.
Sir, you amaze me.
Brac.
I am amaz'd my self, and half distracted,
But look you do not love him; if he have
By any secret Love trick crept into
Your heart, out with him, tear him out again
Upon my blessing: 'Cause he's a Gentleman,
Must we be trod upon? our souls are free
And high as his: What, I am Bracheus still,
And thou art Arismena still, my Daughter,
Obedient I hope; ha! art thou not?
And he is but Cleobulus, a man
Of more estate, more dirt, and dunghill acres,
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Yet he's but flesh and blood, his Son too good
To look on Arismena, threatned and cursed
For loving thee, he sha' not need, he sha' not.
Aris.
Indeed he has often woo'd me Sir, and I
As often have denied, for trust me Sir
I cannot love at all yet, and 'twere strange
If he should creep into my good opinion,
And I not know on't: Willingly I would
Not dream I lov'd him, but if waking we
Joyn our affections, I must lose my reason.
Casta.
So, so, this makes for me, how it doth joy
My heart to hear 'em both so peremptory?
Brac.
His Father told me ye had both chang'd hearts,
Which was no small vexation, to hear
My Daughter had bestowed her self without
My knowledge and consent.
Aris.
Sooner should I
Have thrown my self on some devouring Beast,
Then yeeld my heart to proud Philaritus
Without your will.
Brac.
I'ave found thee hitherto
A dutifull child, and on the full assurance
Of what thou speak'st is truth, I wish all blessings
Be powr'd into thy lap Girle, and so I leave thee.
He offers to go, and comes back.
But if you play false play, and juggle with 'em,
D'ye hear? I say no more, and yet I'le speak it,
I'le turn thee graying with the Flock, and curse thee.
Aris.
Sir, my obedience shall deserve your blessing.
Brac.
Kneel down, and take it, and a kisse, go too,
I'le not suspect thee now, my heart's unquiet,
But 'twill I hope come to his own again.
Farewell Castarina, you love my Daughter,
Counsell her not to love Philaritus.
Exit.
Casta.
Most heartily, I hope she wont Sir.
Aris.
Now Castarina, am I worth your credit,
Are you confirm'd Philaritus has no Engagement here.
Casta.
You told me so before.
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