 | A Pleasant Comedy, Called :The Case is Altered |  |
Scæne 1.
Enter Angelo solus.Ange.
My yong and simple friend, Paulo Ferneze,
Bound me with mighty solemne coniurations,
To be true to him, in his loue, to Rachel,
And to solicite his remembrance still,
In his enforced absence, much, I faith.
True to my friend in cases of affection?
In womens cases? what a iest it is?
How silly he is, that imagines it!
He is an asse that will keepe promise stricktly
In any thing that checkes his priuate pleasure;
Chiefly in loue. S'bloud am not I a man?
Haue I not eyes that are as free to looke?
And bloud to be enflam'd as well as his?
And when it is so, shall I not pursue
Mine owne loues longings, but preferre my friends?
I tis a good foole, do so, hang me then,
Because I swore, alas, who doo's not know,
That louers periuries are ridiculous?
Haue at thee Rachel: Ile go court her sure:
For now I know her father is abroad.
Enter Iaques.
S'bloud see, he is here, ô what damn'd lucke is this?
This labour's lost, I must by no meanes see him.
tau, dery, dery, Exit.
| A Pleasant Comedy, Called :The Case is Altered | |