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Scen. 6.
Dorylas. Mopsus. Iocastus. Thestylis. Amyntas.Io.
Ist not a brave sight Dorylas? can the mortalls
Caper so nimbly!
Dor.
Verily they cannot!
Io.
Does not King Oberon beare a stately presence?
Mab is a beauteous Empresse.
Do.
Yet you kiss'd her
With admirable courtship.
Io.
I doe think
There will be of Iocastus brood in Fairy.
Mop.
You Cuckold-maker, I will tell King Oberon
You lye with Mab his wife!
Io.
Doe not good brother,
And I'le wooe Thestylis for thee.
Mop.
Doe so then.
Io.
Canst thou love Mopsus, mortall?
The.
Why suppose
I can sir, what of that?
Io.
Why then be wise,
And love him quickly!
Mop.
Wise? then I'le have none of her, that's the way
To get wise children, 'troth and I had rather
They should be bastards.
Amy.
No, the children may
Be like the Father.
Io.
True distracted Mortall:
Thestylis, I say love him hee's a foole.
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But we will make him rich, then 'tis no matter.
The.
But what estate shall he assure upon mee?
Io.
A Royall joynture all in Fairy land.
Amy.
Such will I make Vrania!
Io.
Dorylas knowes it,
A curious Parke.
Do.
Pal'd round about with Pick-teeth.
Io.
Besides a house made all of mother of Pearle;
An Ivory Teniscourt.
Dor.
A nutmeg Parlour.
Io.
A Saphyre dary-roome.
Do.
A Ginger hall.
Io.
Chambers of Agate.
Do.
Kitchins all of Christall.
Am.
O admirable! This is it for certaine!
Io.
The jacks are gold.
Do.
The spits are Spanish needles.
Io.
Then there be walkes
Do.
Of Amber.
Io.
Curious orchards.
Do.
That bear as well in winter as in summer.
Io.
Bove all the fishponds! every pond is full,
Do.
Of Nectar: will this please you? every grove
Stor'd with delightfull birds.
Mop.
But be there any
Lady-birds there.
Io.
Abundance.
Mop.
And Cuckoes too
To presage constancy?
Do.
Yes.
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Nay then lets in
To seale the writings.
Amy.
There boy, so, ho, ho.
Exeunt.
Do.
What pretty things are these both to be borne
To Lands and Livings, we poore witty knaves,
Have no inheritance but Braines:—who's this?
Enter Alexis.
—One of my Mistresse beagles.
Ale.
Dorylas,
I have had the bravest sport.
Do.
In what, Alexis?
Al.
In hunting, Dorylas: a brace of Grayhounds cours'd a stag
With equall swiftnesse till the wearied deere,
Stood bay at both alike: the fearfull doggs
Durst neither fasten.
Do.
So, and did not you
Compare the stag to my fair mistresse? ha!
Pursued by you and Damon, caught by neither?
Ale.
By Cupid th'art i'th right.
Dor.
Alas poore whelpes,
In troth I pitty you! Why such a hunting
Have we had here: Two puppies of a litter,
Mopsus and wise Iocastus hunting folly
With a full mouth.
Alex.
I much wonder, Dorylas,
Amyntas can be sad, having such follies
To provoke mirth.
Do.
And to that end his sister
Keepes them about him; but in vaine, his Melancholy
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Enter Damon.
Da.
My Alexis
Well met, I'ave been at your cottage to seeke you.
Alex.
But I am ne're at home; Thou and I, Damon,
Are absent from our selves.
Do.
Excellent application!
To see the wit of love!
Da.
Let us goe seeke her,
To have a finall judgement.
Alex.
That may end
One of our miseries, and the others life!
Do.
O lamentable! who would be in love?
Da.
Content.
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