The Siedge : Or, Love's Convert A Tragi-Comedy |
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Scen. VI.
Prusias drest like an Angell with a Caduceus in one hand, and a Taper in the other.Prus.
Thou art an Angell, Prusias, therfore fit
To be receiv'd into her heav'nly Bosome.
She shapes thee in an Habit, that she'l wed thee.
Truly, I think all Courtiers would be Angels,
If that they were not giv'n so much to th'flesh,
That keeps e'm all from Heav'n. But why should I
Be set to guard a Coffin. If there doe
Any ill Spirits use to haunt this Temple,
The Coffin must defend it self for Prusias.
This Rod yet, and this Candle have some Vertue
To fright away those Children of the Night.
Securely then I'l sit. What need I fear?
he sets himself down on the Coffin.
Death is already under me. Heav'n blesse me!
I do begin to sweat; this Coffin rumbleth.
The Body's somthing noysome: 'tis a stale one;
Good troth it spurgeth very monstruously.
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