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Scen. 3.

Anteros, Lucius, Endymion.
Luc.
Ah my Endymion, seest thou yond rising Sun?

End.
I doe, but what of that?

Luc.
Why nothing boy
But at his presence why doe those lesser-fires
Pluck in their shamefac'd heads? doest thou not marke
Dull heavie Page? I can but meditate
Vpon the wit of Nature, who by objects
Low and inanimate, as is that Sun—

Ant.
Now heavens be good unto me, this is call'd
Lovers philosophy.

Luc.
does reade unto us
A lecture of her higher mysteries.
What doest thou thinke is meant by that same Sun?
And those extinguisht tapers?—he alas
Poore aged wretch but coldly imitates
That which Pandora does unto the life.
Whilst she is absent thousands of petty beauties
Doe twinkle in the night, let her appeare,
And they all vanish.

Ant.
Ha braue, is not this daintie? for all this,
Surely the man would take't unkindly now
If I should goe and tell him he was mad.

Luc.
Endymion, lend me thine eyes a little;
Doest thou desire to see a Mapp, a Modell
Of all the world in briefe and in one word?
View this—why readst thou not? thy happy lipps
Should thirst me thinks to haue that blessed ayre
Divorce them. reade.

End.
Pandora.

Luc.
Ah Pandora.
Looke here's the Sun, this place does Iupiter
Possesse, here Venus, and there Phœbe; marke—
Here is the Earth, but in her bravery,
And smiling as when Sol does sleepe betwixt
The twining Gemini.

Ant.
Thou daring mortall:
But where in this your Idoll of the world
Is Styx, Cocytus, or the blessed place
Of the deare Furies? or the three chapt Dog?
Are they without the verges of the World?

Luc.
Fortune! how happy were I was this face
Of thine not counterfeite. Speake Endymion:
But art thou sure that my Neander drew
The faire Constantina for his Valentine?

Endy.
I neuer said it Sir.

Luc.
How neuer said it?

End.
Onely her name, so was Pandora yours.

Luc.
O too too true presage of both our fortunes.
But let it be. When I doe violate
That loue, that more then mortall bond, wherewith
My soule is ty'd vnto Neander, may
I fall vnpittied, may no gentle sigh
Be spent at my last obsequies, may I want
A man to wish me againe, would that preuaile.

Ant.
Without all question this is Magick—oh
How I doe feare a Metamorphosis.

Luc.
But I doe feele a pouerty of words
Begin to ceaze mee. Good Endimyon,
Where is my boy Luscinio? Call him in,
That hee may touch a string which may dissolue mee
Into a flood of teares—come on my boy,
Enter Lusc. with a Lute.
Oh teach that hollow pensiue Instrument
To giue a true relation of my woes
Whilst I lye here, and with my sighes keepe time.

Ant.
The Song.

Ant.

Ant.
Gods, and the World! you euerlasting Twanger—
Auoyd.

Lusc.
What meanes the Gentleman?

Ant.
Ile tell you.
The Gentleman does meane for to consult
With the entrails of your breeches, boy; the Gentleman
Does meane to whip you boy, vnlesse you straight
Auoyd the place with that seducing Fiddle.
And you his Squire his Pandar that procures
This baudy Cockatrice Musick for him. fly.