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Enter Cœlia & Penelope aboue in the window.Cœl:
J doe not hear him comeing yet, J'le keep
Good Sentinell, should he suspect this trick
We both must suffer.
Pen:
You talk to loud sister
For one that must be hoarse, J hope you doe
Not envy me this nights precedency,
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Eldest Sister, listen, listen prethee
O here's a night fit for loue stealth, not a
Star appears, they are all pandars to us.
Enter Sebastian.
Cœl:
Peace, J hear a passenger.
Pen:
By your leaue candle you must out, you may tell tales,
now Sister speak.
Seb:
That is the window, J doe hear them mutter.
Now Sebastian faint not to declare
Thy ample joies, and tell the silent night
She is propitious to thee 'boue thy merit,
That thus officiously obscures her lights
And twinckling fires; in signe that they
Must needs be dark, when Cœlia is eclipst.
J'le call unto my heav'n and better stars,
Cœlia my soul, my dear delight and loue.
Pen:
'Tis he: who's that Sebastian?
Seb:
Yes my bright Angell; Sebastian;
Where is your sister my happy guide?
Cœl:
Here Sr; fie upon you tardy louer, my sister hath
expected you this howre, pray heau'n you come provided,
you'r so long e're you come, you should out run time still
to such a happinesse.
Seb:
Poor Gentlewoman! what a cold she hath,
This is with sitting up so long for me.
Cœl:
Stay J'le conduct you.
Pen:
Goe Sister J'le doe as much for you if need require.
Cœlia descends.
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J am not far from blisse, ther's but a door
'Twixt me and mine Elysium; ope kindly
Gentle lock.
Cœl:
How dark it is? where are you Sir?
Seb:
Here, here
Waue but your hand thou'lt light upon me streight,
J haue thee now.
Cœl:
Alas but not to hold.
(Aside)
Anon you will hold one you would not haue.
Seb:
How tookst thou this strang cold?
Cœl:
With conceit Sr
Of the warm nights my Sister now will lead
Haueing a bedfellow, and the cold comfort
Remains to me, who now must be alone.
Seb:
Were you both bedfellowes?
Cœl:
Ever yet Sr
Nor doe J think you'r sorry we are parted.
Seb:
No by my faith.
Cœlia,
Come softly after me.
Seb:
J wish thee as thy Sister blest.
Cœl:
J wish unto you both but little rest.
Exeunt.
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