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Scæne. 4.
Enter Aurelia, Phænixella, Francisco, Angelo.Fran.
See Signior Angelo here are the Ladies,
Go you and comfort one, Ile to the other.
Ange.
Therefore I come sir, I'le to the eldest.
God saue you Ladies, these sad moodes of yours,
That make you choose these solitary walkes,
Are hurtfull for your beauties.
Aure.
If we had them.
Ange.
Come, that condition might be for your hearts,
When you protest faith, since we cannot see them.
But this same heart of beauty, your sweet face
Is in mine eye still.
Aure.
O you cut my heart
with your sharpe eye.
Ange.
Nay Lady thats not so, your heart's to hard.
Aure.
My beauties hart?
Ange.
O no.
I meane that regent of affection, Maddam,
In this faire breast.
Aur.
No more, your drift is sauour'd,
I had rather seeme hard hearted
Ang.
Then hard fauour'd,
Is that your meaning, Lady?
Aur.
Go too sir.
Your wits are fresh I know, they need no spur.
Ang.
And therefore you wil ride them.
Aur.
Say I doe.
They will not tire I hope?
Ang.
No not with you, hark you sweet Lady.
Fran.
Tis much pitty Maddam.
You should haue any reason to retaine
This signe of griefe, much lesse the thing disignde.
Phœ.
Griefes are more fit for Ladies then their pleasures.
Fran.
That is for such as follow nought but pleasures.
But you that temper them so wel with vertues,
Vsing your griefes so it would prooue them pleasures.
And you would seeme in cause of griefes & pleasures equally
pleasant.
Phœ
Sir so I do now.
It is the excesse of either that I striue
So much to shun in all my proou'd endeauours,
Although perhaps vnto a generall eye,
I may appeare most wedded to my griefes,
Yet doth my mind forsake no tast of pleasure,
I meane that happy pleasure of the soule,
Deuine and sacred contemplation
Of that eternall, and most glorious blisse,
Proposed as the crowne vnto our soules.
Fran.
I will be silent, yet that I may serue
But as a Decade in the art of memory
To put you stil in mind of your owne vertues
When your too serious thoughts make you too sad)
Accept me for your seruant honored Lady.
Those cerimonies are too comon signior Francis,
For your vncommon grauitie, and iudgement,
And fits them onely, that are nought but cerimony.
Ang.
Come, I will not sue, stally to be your seruant,
But a new tearme, will you be my refuge?
Aur.
Your refuge, why sir.
Ange.
That I might fly to you, when all else faile me.
Aur.
And you be good at flying, be my Plouer.
Ang.
Nay take away the P.
Aur.
Tut, then you cannot fly:
Ang.
Ile warrant you. Ile borrow Cupids wings.
Aur.
Masse then I feare me youle do strange things:
I pray you blame me not, if I suspect you,
Your owne confession simply doth detect you,
Nay and you be so great in Cupids bookes,
T'will make me Iealous. you can with your lookes
(I warrant you) enflame a womans heart,
And at your pleasure take loues golden dart,
And wound the brest of any vertous maide.
Would I were hence: good Faith I am affraid,
You can constraine one ere they be aware,
To run mad for your loue?
Ang.
O this is rate.
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