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SCÆNA II.
Cleon, Corisca, Gracculo.Corisca.
Nay good Chucke.
Cleon.
I haue said it; Stay at home,
I cannot brooke with gadding, you are a faire one,
Beauty inuites temptation, and short heeles
Are soone tripd vp.
Corisca.
Deny me, by my honour
You take no pitty on me. I shall swoune
Assoone as you are absent, aske my Man else,
You know he dares not tell a lie.
Gracculo.
Indeed,
You are no sooner out of sight, but shee
Does feele strange qualmes, then sends for her young Doctor
Who ministers phisicke to her, on her backe,
Her Ladyship lying as she were enthranced.
And sure his Potions neuer faile to worke,
For she is so pleasant, in the taking them
She tickles againe.
Corisca.
And alls to make you merry
When you come home.
Cleon.
You flatter me, I am old,
And Wisdome cries beware.
Corisca.
Old, Ducke to me
You are young Adonis.
Grac.
Well said Venus,
I am sure she Vulcans him.
Corisc.
I will not change thee
For twenty boistrous young things without Beards.
These bristles giue the gentlest Tittillations,
And such a sweet dew flowes on them, it cures
My lippes without Pomatum; heres a round belly,
'Tis a Downe pillow to my backe. I sleepe
So quietly by it; and this tunable nose
(Faith when you heare it not) affords such musicke,
That I curse all night Fidlers.
Gracc.
This is grosse,
Not finde she flouts him.
Corisc.
As I liue I am iealous.
Cleon.
Iealous! of me Wife?
Corisc.
Yes, and I haue reason,
Knowing how lusty and actiue a man you are.
Cleon.
Hum, hum!
Gracc.
This is no cunning queane! slight, she will make him
To thinke, that like a Stagge he has cast his homes,
And is growne young againe.
Corisc.
You haue forgot what you did in your sleepe,
And when you wakd cald for a Cawdle.
Gracc.
'Twas in his sleepe,
For waking I durst trust my Mother with him.
Corisc.
I long to see the man of warre Cleora
Archadamus Daughter goes, and rich Olimpa,
I will not misse the showe.
There's no contending,
For this time I am pleas'd, but I'll no more on't.
Exeunt.
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