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Sce. 4.

Philotas, Stratocles, Leocrates, Archippus, in rich Persian Habits.
Str.
How far do we out-shine the Persian Court?
See what good cloaths can do. I thinke there are not
Foure properer Gentlemen walke the streets.

Phil.
The Ladyes certainly must love us now.

Leoc.
But are you sure they'le passe this way?

Arch.
Yes, yes.
Let's to our stations, and be ready to
Accost 'm at the first approach.

Atos.
Mandane,
Doe you and Ariene step downe to em,
And try their Courtship.

Mand.
All I thinke be safe.

Arie.
Cratander is hard by; ne're fear; let's down.

They descend
Str.
I wonder none passe by yet: sure theyl'e send
Tickets unto us, to invite us to
Their Lodgings the back-way.

Arch.
Ne're doubt it Man,
They'le come themselves; for proofe behold.

[Ent. Mand. Arie.
Leocr.
Halfe booty;
Equall division Gentlemen.

Phil., Str., Arch.
Agreed, agreed.

Phil.
Nay, start not Ladyes, we are men.

Arie.
'Tis well
You tell us so before hand, we might else
Thinke you disguised Satyres, come on purpose
To put the Nymphes to flight.

Leoc.
We are not hairy;
We have no Tayles, I'm sure.

Arie.
Truly if Satyres
And you were in one Market-towne, I thinke
You might see one another for nothing.

Str.
Doe you
Take us for Monsters then?

Mand.
Pray heav'n we don't
Discover 'em in your Manners.

Arch.
We are come
Not to disturbe, but heighten your delights.

Mand.
Can you shew any trickes then?

Arch.
Love-trickes Lady.

Arie.
Can you run through a Hoope? or fetch up mony
With your eye-lids backward?

Mand.
Can you peirce your Tongue,
Or cut your Throat, and yet live after it?

Str.
Do y'thinke us Tumblers then, or Jugglers?

Mand.
Both;
And truly these would please us farre above
Your Love-trickes.

Leoc.
Shall I draw some Ribbon then
Out of my Throat? Shall I cast a Lock upon
Your pretty cheekes, or seale your lovely lippes
Up?

Arie.
What will content you when you have done?

Leoc.
A kisse.

Mand.
We doe not use to grant such favours gratis.

Leoc.
What will you take to give one then?

Mand.
A Muffler.

Phil.
I perceive you are well skill'd
In the whole course of Love, you but keepe off
To make delights more sweet.

Arie.
You would doe well
To doe so too.

Phil.
Why Madam? doe not feare me:
I snore not in my sleepe; this Nose of mine
Will not proclaime.

Mand.
'Tis something Trumpet-like;
I would not trust my selfe with such an Instrument.
Methinkes 'tis somewhat guilty.

Phil.
How I love
This pretty, pettish, froward, wanton anger?
Give me a Pleasure that I struggle for.
That Favour's genuinely sweet, that's wrested.

Str.
Feare him not Madam; I'le be your defence;
My soule is link'd and chayn'd unto your Tongue.

Arie.
You speake in a fit dialect; you rellish
O'th' Language of the place whence you came lately.
But to be serious now awhile, pray speake,
What doe you see in us fit for desire?
You cannot love us possibly.

Str.
By this kisse.

Arie.
Stand off.

Arch.
And this.

Mand.
Your Oath's not good in Law.
Tell us, what wrong hath either of us done you,
That you should seeke thus to revenge your selves?

Phil.
You are too scornefull, we too easie; come
Let's hurry 'em to some place of secrecie,
Where all their scoffing shan't prevaile: you two
Quickly seize her.

Arie., Mand.
Helpe, helpe.