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For the third Act.

Physander richly habited. Malus Genius, the foure Complexions.
Phys.
I'm bravely fitted; these are fitting ornaments.
Come my best prompter, with indeavours wings
Let's cut the ayre, and straine our motion,
'Till we attaine this bowre of Sensuality.
And let the repetition of her praise
Sweeten my painefull longings. My desire
Feel's many throes of travaile; 'till deliver'd
Of it's sweet issue.

Mal. Ge.
You must suffer for't.
Pleasures whose meanes are easie, in the end
Doe lose themselves. Things onely are esteem'd
And valu'd by their acquisition.
Should you win her delights without some paines,
They would not relish. Whilst your expectation
Labours with the event, prepare your selfe
To court it bravely. Shee's high-spirited;
And will not stoope to every common bayte
That catcheth easie wantonnesse.

Phys.
What's the best?

Chol.

A rough Souldiers phrase; a strong back, and a
brawny limbe: bayte her with these shee'l bite home.
If she be coy, kick her in the breech, and cry farewell:
after a few dissembling teares shee'l yeeld with the greater
appetite. If she refus'd me, I'de kill her.

Blood.

Could you but dance sir, and shew your selfe
active before her, 'twere impossible for her to hold out
'till the discovery of one knave 'mongst many officers.
Dancing is the most taking: if a man rise well, his Mistresse
cannot chuse but fall.

Phleg.

Court her with solid language, and such discourse

as may relish of aged experience. Expresse your
thoughts such, and your actions such, as shee may conceive
judgement to be intayl'd upon you. If she be vertuous,
that winnes upon her soule, and let your Physition
alone with her body: If shee bee wanton, Phlegme can
administer provocatives.

Melan.

Might I advise you sir, a passion at Courtship
were more powerfull. Let a sigh be the period of every
amorous sentence. Sing her some pathetick madrigall
full of cromatick flats: 'twill sharpen her. I would have
all lovers begin and end their prick-song with Lachrymæ,
'till they have wept themselves as dry as I am.

Phys.
The ayre me thinkes begins upon a sudden
To be perfum'd, as if Arabian windes
Scatter'd their spices loosely on the face
Of some rich earth, fruitfull with aromates.
Musick breathes forth the soule of harmony.
Musick.
How egerly my senses catch these objects!
To them the 5. Sences.
But what are these?

Mal. Ge.
Servants to Sensuality
That waite her will, and with a diligence
Becomming duty doe prepare her pleasures.
The'r sent to entertaine you.

Phys.
What their names,
And offices?

Seeing.

Seeing mine sir. I am my Ladies Chambermaide,
and the daughter of a Glasse-maker. A piece of
brittle ware, and apt to be crack't. I have beene often
cemented together, but could never hold above a
moneth. Through me sir you may see my Ladies secrets,
and mine owne are at your service when you shall command
their revelation.

Hear.

My name's Hearing. I am usher of the Hall,
and the trumpet that proclaimes dinner ready with,
Gentlemen, and Yeomen. When my Lady removes to

her City privacy (for shee keepes open house in the
Country) I am the foreman at her Gate, with an instrument
of correction for the offensive beggers. If you love
noyse sir, my wife and my selfe are at your service.

Phys.

Pray sir your name?

Smel.

Mine is Smelling. I am my Ladies Huntsman,
and keepe some lesser beagles for her chamber-use to
excuse the freenesse of her necessities eruptions. I play
the Gardner likewise, and attend her alwaies when shee
goes to pluck a Rose. My Mistresse Cloaca had a very
stinking breath, before Misackmos perfum'd her, and she
is now growne lesse common, then when her imperfections
lay open. When you will use me sir, you shall alwaies
have me under your nose.

Phys.

And what's yours?

Taste.

Tasting mine sir. I am my Ladies Cooke, and
King of the Kitchin: where I rule the roast; command
imperiously, and am a very tyrant in my office. My Subjects
being all Souldiers are daily encounter'd by most
fierce stomacks, and never return'd but maym'd and dismember'd.
Brawne, Beefe, and Porke are alwaies muster'd
in the van, and bring up Veale, Mutton, Minc'tpye,
Goose, Turkie, Duck, and so forth. I have a sort of
cowardly Custards, borne in the City, but bred up at
Court, that quake for feare: yet are as valiant in suffering
as the rest, and are all overcome even by the women
with much noise. I then send forth a fresh supply
of Rabits, Pheasant, Kid, Partridge, Quaile, Larke, Plover,
Tele, Tarts, &c. With a French troope of Pulpatoones,
Mackaroones, Kickshawes, grand and excellent.
The battaile ended, I survey the field; and those whom
I find untoucht, I place in garrison in my larder: the rest
endure a new and fierce assault by the valiant Servingmen.
I then repaire my broken army; see their overthrow
at supper; drinke my selfe drunke; goe to bed,
and my that dayes fury's over. Ile bee your servant sir in
spight of your teeth.

Phys.

Now yours?

Touch.

Touching mine. I am my Ladies Gentleman-usher,
and kill Spiders for her Monkey. I am alwaies
her foreman in publike, and sometimes in private: which
makes way for mee to her favour in reversion, if shee
survive two or three defective husbands, and her yet
uncloy'd appetite can pretend an expectation of issue.
Meane time a handfull of eringoes and a little tickling
weds me and the waiting women in her closet with
more vowes and protestations then a wanting gallant
makes when he borrowes mony. Wee will conduct my
Lady to her Bowre, where shee prepares to entertaine
you.

Exit.
Phys.
Me thinkes I am transform'd into a happinesse
Cannot be figur'd. If before enjoying
The expectation can beget such blisse,
What will possession?

Phleg.
Shall I question you sir Cooke?

Taste.
Questionlesse a Cooke can answer a Physition.

Phleg.

What Physicall observations have you in your
sawces, and condiments? Shall I instruct you?

Taste.

I thanke you sir. My method is to dresse Phesant,
Partridge and Coney for Lords, but their Ladies
many times make the sawce. The waiting women are
fed with Wagtailes. I prepare tongues for Lawyers:
most commonly Woodcocks for Aldermens Heires, and
Puddings for costive Citizens; whose wives must have
flesh of a Court-dressing, or their bellies will never bee
full. Your projectors feed upon Calves-braines, and
your students upon innocent Mutton.

Chol.

I hope sir our after familiarity will bee the often
taking downe of Chollers stomack. Wee should agree
well; we both love fire.

Tast.

And Choller shall not want his Brawne whilst
Cookery and Winter feasts last. I must in and looke to
my roste, of which at dinner you shall most plentifully
taste.

Exit.
Phys.
I am enflam'd. My appetite begins
To burne with hot desires; and if protraction
Delay their satisfying, they'l consume
Themselves and me.

Mal. G.
She comes: these sounds forerunne her.

During the following Song, the third Scene is discover'd, being a pleasant arbour, with perspectives behind it, of a magnifique building: in the midst thereof Sensuality sits.
The Song.
Phys.
Elysium sure is here, and that eternity
I lately dream't of.

Sens.
Let mine eyes first gaze
Vpon his figure. 'Tis a heavenly creature,
And worthy my embraces, I have yet
Converst with earthy shapes, the baser issue
Of that grosse element, but here's a forme
Mingled with fire, that moves the soule of sense,
And kindles passion in me. What was she
Durst ayme to prepossesse her selfe of him
My mouth can onely challenge? Welcome sir.
If my expressions suit not entertainment
Of such a guest, creation must be blam'd
That gave none other; for what ere in nature
Is found that can affect you, here 'tis stor'd;
And shall be all exhausted to declare
How much I love you.

Phys.
You inthrone me Lady
In happinesse, above the difference
Of that my birth can boast. You make me perfect:
And every touch of this delicious hand,
Cheeke, lip immortallize me.

Sens.
O'pe my treasury,
And let it waste to emptinesse. Wilt please
Thine eyes? Wee'l mount a Chariot made of diamonds,
Whose lights reflexion shall create a day
In the Cimmerian valleis. From some height
We will survey the earth, and where weake beames
Cannot extend themselves, wee'l have an optick
Shall show us in an instant all the hemispheare.
Wee'l see the faire Arcadian Virgins hunt
In their Parthenian groves. Wee'l count the beasts
Lurke in Hircanias dens; number the pines
That crowne Lycaus.

Phys.
You are the onely object
Mine eyes would gaze at.

Sens.
Would thine eares be blest
With pleasing sounds? The ayery Choristers
Shall straine their throats by art, and harmony
Call downe the spheares to make her consort up.

Phys.
Your words are onely musick.

Sens.
For thy smell
Saba shall be translated where thou go'st,
And strew thy path with spices. Panthers skins
Shall be thy couch, and amber pave the floore
Where thy foot treads.
This breath's perfume enough
To create a Phœnix,
Wouldst delight thy taste?
Then Samian Peacocks, and Ambracian Kidds;
Henns of Numidia, Phesants, Phenicopters,
Tartesian Lamprayes; Eels of Benacus,
Cockles of Lucrine; Eleusinian Plaise
Shall fill thy dish, and thousand changes more
To whet new appetite. Shalt drink no wine
But what Falernus or Calabrian Aulon
Yield from their grapes.

Phys.
This kisse is more then Nectar.

Sens.
Shalt sleep upon a bed of purest down,
Driven from white necks of Caysters Swans,
And Peneus Sparrowes. With Assyrian silkes
Ile cloath thy body.

Phys.
But this touch is softer.
You ravish me with joyes beyond expression.

Chol.
Why, this is rare. I am not angry.

Blood.
I am very joyfull: this tickles me.

Phle.
And mak's me young.

Mel.
And me merry.

Tast.

Now my licentiate murderer, what say you to a
dish of gluttony will breed the gout in a Lord before a
begger can break his fast with it? Are not we cookes
good instruments? who together with an Hospitall of
sinne cause diseases faster then you can cure them?

Sens.
A familiar Countrey dance.

To them Bellanima in mourning, Bon. Gen.
But what sad object's this?

Bella.
I come to snatch a Husband from thine armes
Lascivious strumpet; thou whose looser eyes
Bewitcht his ill affection, and entice
His thoughts with wanton appetite of sense,
From my chast love. Doth not Physander see
Ruine hid under every bayt of pleasure;
She lays to catch him?

Sens.
Laugh at her sweet heart,
Thou art secure in these embraces.

Bella.
Do not
Afflict me thus. Those false dissembling kisses
Wound me to death. Return unto my bosome,
That never shall be warm with others touch.
Shee's common, and will mixe her lustfull blood
Even with beasts.

Sens.
'Tis but her envy to me.

Bella.
Let not her Syrene charms bewitch thee thus
Vnto a shipwrack. Every smile of hers
Shadow's a rock to split thee: in my armes
Shalt sleep as safe as if the clowdes did guard thee.
Am I not fayre? Shoot not mine eyes a fire
As lively? grow not colours on my cheekes,
Brighter then those that paynt her rottennesse;
And will Physander leave me? Did I not
Forsake th'etheriall Palace of my father,
To be thine onely? and a whore to rivall me!
Oh misery!

Phys.
Th'art barren of those pleasures
I here enjoy.

Bella.
What pleasures? guilded ones,
To mock thy sense; their inside's bitternesse.
Return, with me shalt find delights,
As far exceeding these as the great day Starr
His pale cheek't sister, or nightes lesser beautyes.
A thousand wing'd intelligences dayly
Shall be thy ministers, and from all parts
Informe thee of the Worlds new accidents.
Shalt from their scanning frame by my advice,
Rules of prevention; shalt command all arts,
As hand-mayds; Shalt converse with Heaven and Angels;
And after all Ile bring thee to Elysium.
Cold there compells no use of rugged furrs,
Nor makes the mountaines barren. Ther's no dog
To rage and scortch the harvest labourer;
Whilst the lascivious Landlord wastes th'increase
In prodigall contrivements, how t'allay
The furious heat with artificiall snowes,
And drinks his wine in ice. Spring's alwayes there,
And paynts the valleys: whilst a temperate ayre
Sweeps their embroydred face with his curl'd gales,
And breaths perfumes, no Persian aromates:
Pontick Amomus, or Indian balsame
Can imitate. There night doth never spread
Her ebon wings; but daylight's alwayes there,
And one blest season crownes th'eternall yeare.

Phys.
Ile heare no more: nor can I be so credulous
Having possession, to expect such fables.
Here I am fixt.

Bella.
And I made miserable.

Sens.
Let's in to feast, and revell; and at night
Shalt be possest of a more full delight.

Exeunt.
Bel.
Thus doth chast wedlock suffer. Heavenly servant
Whisper some powerfull counsaile in his eare,
That may reclayme him. If it works, return,
And bring me comfort, who 'till then must mourn.

Exeunt severally.