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Scæn. 7.
Enter Pesana.Thou most impartial deitie of Love!
Can there be two Suns in Loves Hemisphere?
Or more loves in one heart than one that's true?
Or can the stream of true love run in more
Channels than one? Shall I be thus paid
For my love to false Menaphon? Hereafter,
Venus, never will I adore thee, nor
Will I offer up so many Evening
Prayers unto Cupid, as I have done.—
Was ever poor maid so rewarded with
An inconstant lover, as I daily am
With this same fickle-headed Menaphon!
Enter Doron.
How now Pesana! what's the newes with thee?
Pes.
News! marry 'tis the news I complain of;
Were Menaphon the old Menaphon, that
He was wont to be, I should not complain.
Dor.
Come—plain. Pesana must not grutch to give
Way unto fine Samela, that hath turn'd his
Heart, and if he do not turn again
Quickly, he'l be burnt on that side; well,
Be content a while, by that time he hath loved
Her, as long as he did thee, he'l be as
Weary of her, as he is now of thee.
Pes.
But in the mean time, Doron, I must be
A stale to her usurps my right in him.
Dor.
Ay, that's the reason he doth not care
For thee, because thou art stale.
Thus do poor lovers run through
The briars and the brambles of difficulties,
And sometimes fall into the ditch of undoing.
Pes.
Good Doron, be my friend to Menaphon.
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Or I shall learn at last to slight him too.
Dor.
Ay, ay, he has a sister, just such another
As himself, I'm zure she has e'en broken
My poor heart in twain; and if it be
Piec'd again, it will never be handsom.
Exeunt.
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