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Scene 2.
Millescent, Margery.Milles.
When was my Father, and the Captaine heere?
Marg.
They are plotting abroad, I hope to see you shortly
Honestly marryed, and then turne vertuous.
Milles.
Tis the course of the world now, Margery.
But yet I feare, I haue got such a tricke,
When I was young, that I shall neuer leaue it.
Marg.
What helpe then? the poore Gentleman must suffer,
Good Trimalchio: tis his fate.
Milles.
I am thinking,
What I shall do with him, when I am marryed.
Marg.
What do other women do with their husbands?
Bring him vp in obedience, make him besides
An implement to saue your reputation.
Let him not presse into your company
Without permission, you must pretend,
You are asham'd of him. Let him not eate,
Nor lye with you, vnlesse he pay the hire
Of a new gowne, or petticote: liue with him,
As if you were his neighbour, onely neere him,
In that you hate his friends: and when you please.
To shew the power you carry ouer him,
Send him before on foot, and you come after
With your coach and foure horses.
Milles.
Tis fitting so,
Enter Miscellanio.
Host now what peece of motion haue wee heere
Would you speake with any body?
Miscel.
My businesse,
Is to the Lady Millescent.
Milles.
Whats your will?
Miscel.
Are you that Lady?
Milles.
Yes, my name is so.
Miscel.
To you then I derect m'apologie,
Has glanc'd vpon my person. I protest
I neuer was so dull in the construction
Of any Ladyes fauour in my life:
I am asham'd of my error.
Milles.
In what, sir?
I cannot call to mind that ere I saw you.
Miscel.
You haue beene still too modest to conceale it.
That was not my fault: you did ill to striue
To hide the flames of loue, they must haue vent:
Tis not the walls of flesh can hold them in.
Milles.
What riddles haue we heere? that I should loue you?
I would not haue you thinke so wel of your selfe.
Marg.
Perhaps hee has some petition to deliuer,
Or would desire your letter to some Lord.
Misce.
I know not how, sure I was stupifyed,
I haue ere now ghest at a Ladyes mind,
Only by the warbling of her Lutest ring,
Kissing her hand, or wagging of her feather.
And suffer you to pine for my imbraces,
And not conceiue it?
Milles.
Pray bee pacified.
This fellow will perswade me, I am in loue.
Miscel.
Lady, you haue tooke notice of my worth
Let it not repent you. Bee not stubborne
Towards your happinesse. You haue endur'd
Too much already for my sake, you shall see,
Pitty can melt my heart. I take no delight,
To haue a Lady languish for my lioe.
I am not made of flint as you suspect mee.
Milles.
I would thou wert conuerted to a pillar,
For a memoriall of this impudence.
Miscel.
You shall know what tis to tempt me heerafter,
When I shall let you perish for your folly.
I came to remunerate the curtesie,
I receiu'd from your Ladiship.
Milles.
I know of none.
Miscel.
I must acknowledge my selfe bound to you
Milles.
For what?
Miscel.
Your Letter to the Iustice, Lady,
When I was vnder the gripe of the Law.
I know, the onely motiue was your loue.
Milles.
I cry you mercy, were you one of them
That drew Trimalchio to those idle courses?
I am ashamed of the benefit, leaue mee
That I may not see the cause of my sorrow:
But 'tis no matter, we shall leaue you first.
Exeunt Millescent, Margery.
Miscel.
They shall find, I am no man to be slighted,
And that shee has misplac'd her affection.
When I haue wrackt the wrongs on my corriuall,
Trimalchio, looke to thy selfe, were hee remou'd,
There might be hopes, my valour shall make known
There is a difference. Ile straight to the rauerne:
And when I once am hot with good Canary,
I pronounce him dead that affronts my fury.
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