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Scæn. 6.

Enter Menaphon.
Forlorn, forsaken, and the object made
Of all the shepherds storms! what shall I do?
Love is no god, Fortune is blind, and can
Not help; sleep flies, and cares possess my head.
Mirth makes me melancholy, company
Yields me no comfort: when I am alone,
A thousand fancies do distract my thoughts:
And when I try to drown my cares in wine,
They swim aloft, and will be uppermost.
I'll try if I can sing my cares asleep.

Enter Pesana.
Pes.
Now will I take time by the fore-lock, and
Creep into Menaphon's breast, through the cracks
His minion Samela has made in it.
Aside.
Friend Menaphon, what is your courage cool'd?

Men.
Cold entertainment hath my courage cool'd.

Pes.
You know where you might have been let in, long
E're this, without assault or batterie.
But you'r serv'd in your kind, for being coy:
Now you have met with your mate (friend) I hope.

Men.
She set my heart on fire by her presence,
That will not be put out by her absence.

Pes.
Then I see you mean to follow her with
Your suit and service still, for all her scorn.

Men.
No, she hath wounded me too deep, to make
Pursuit after her, therefore let her go.

Pes.
Now then you know what 'tis to be slighted;
So once you slighted me, now I'll slight you.

Exit.
Men.
Ah cruel love! whose musick is compos'd
Of Lovers jars an discords, mixt with sighs!
If I turn traytor once more unto love,
I'll rob him of his deitie, and pull
His little Kingdom down; I'll pull his wings,
And with the quils made into pens, and dipt
In saddest lovers tears, in stead of ink,
I'll Satyres write against his tyrannie.

Exit.