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Sce. 7.

Endymion. Placenta. Pandora.
Endy.
There's not a solitary walke, nor Groue
Wherein a Louer may retire himselfe
Free from the eyes of the prophaner people,
But I haue trauers'd o're to finde my Master;
I haue not left a Spring vnquestioned,
Or any spreading Oake, whose quauering toppe
Is but halfe Phœbus proofe, nor can I heare
Ought of Neander his companion.

Pla.
Pandora, this same Boy was sent on purpose
Vnto this place by some kinde Nymph or other
Inhabiting these Woods in meere compassion
Of thee and of thy miseries; wee could not
Haue studied for a better Stale then this:
Prepare your selfe to faine a loue vnto him.

Endym.
But see Placenta, and my Masters Loue,
I will enquire of them.

Pla.
Endymion
All happinesse.

Endy.
As much to you Placenta.

Pan.
And what to me?

Endy.
What you deserue faire Lady,
Which is aboue my wishes.

Pla.
But Endymion,
Pri'thee sweet Lad, let mee entreat a courtesie,
What Country-man are you?

Endy.
What Country-man?
An English man I take it.

Pla.
An English man?
I rather thinke thou art a Russian
Thou carryest such a Winter in thy breast.
How canst thou suffer such a winning beauty
To stand neglected? without a salutation?
Goe to, you shame-fac'd foole, goe kisse her, goe.

Endy.
How kisse her? it does not become a seruant
To be so sawcie with his Masters Loue.

Pan.
It rather not becomes Endymion,
A Youth of that same molde and symetry
To be so bashfull 'fore a Gentlewoman:
As for thy Master I disclaime his loue
As one vnworthy.

Endy.
How? disclaime his loue?

Pan.
And with his loue, all the whole world of men,
Except 'be thee my soule: why flyest thou mee?

Pla.
Come on, Come on you little frozen-nothing,
I thinke wee must be fayne to make you take
Your loue potion in a horne, you are so skittish.

Endy.
Nay but Placenta.—

Placenta holds his hands whiles Pandora kisses him.
Pan.
O most redolent!
Aurora's spiced bed is not more sweet,
Nor all the odours of the early East.

Endy.
You do but mock me.

Pan.
How? but mock thee sweet?
By all the Cupids in thy face, I loue thee
Beyond th'expression of a womans tongue.

Pla.
This was that simple one that could not counterfeit.

Pan.
By this same nest of kisses I protest—
What would'st thou more?

Endy.
More of your protestations.

Pan.
But canst thou loue me then?

Endy.
Indeed faire Lady
I doe not know, I am but newly enter'd
Into this louing trade.

Pla.
You are a Wagge:
Take her by th'hand and streine it gently, so.—
Now kisse her fanne and sigh.—Good, excellent.
(Well I haue seene some Gallants in my dayes,
Though 'twas my fortune to be married,
To that same lob my husband, but no matter;)
Fy on this modesty, 'tis out of fashion,
Giue her a greene gowne quickly, shee will thanke you.

Endy.
Will not as much sattin of the same colour
To make her one doe as well?

Pla.
Come, you'r a foole;
Downe with her, shee will discard you else,
As bashfull, and vnfit for Ladies seruice.—

[Pandora slips downe and pulls him after her.]
Pan.
Ay me! what meane you Sir?

Pla.
Why there, why so;—
Oh for Neander now and Lucius
To view this spectacle, this would crack that great
That strong and mighty bond of friendship, and
Make them both quarrell for her: nay Endymion,
As shee did pluck you downe, so 'tis your office
To take her vp, else shee'l forget her selfe
Good soule, and slumber there eternally.—

Pan.
Now fie vpon you Sir, you've spoyl'd my linnen.
Pray Heauens no body saw vs: good Placenta
Reedifie what is amisse.

Pla.
All's well,
All's well, saue onely here does want a pin.
But stay I'le furnish you.—
Yes, here's a knot molested too.—

Pan.
Faire Sir,
This may seeme lightnesse in mee.

Pla.
Rather grauity
Who naturally tend downeward thus.

Pan.
But Sir,
Let me entreat you for to entertaine
A better faith of her that is your seruant,
Giue it the right name Sir, and call it Loue.

Endy.
I'le call it what you please faire Gentlewoman.

Pla.
Hee neuer thinks of's Master: well this Boy,
Must wee trayne farther with vs till wee meete
With our two icy Louers. Come Pandora
Will you entreate your fayrest Paramoure
T'accompany vs into the Groue? vvee may
Perchance there meete his Master, whom hee seekes.

Pan.
Sweet shall I craue?

Endy.
Not where you may cōmand

Pla.
So, so, I'le now go plant this billing couple
Exeunt Pan. Endym.
Vnder some pleasant tree, which done I'le goe
And range the fields for Lucius and Neander,
And bring them to behold their close embraces,
This certainely will make them hungry, and bite,
Waken their dull and sleepy appetite,
VVee neuer prize ought truly, thinke it deare,
Vntill the time of parting does draw neare.—

Exit.