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SCEN. VI.
Tyndarus, Asotus, Ballio.Asot.
This woman is a devil, for she hates her own children.
Ball.
In what an extasie stands that grieved wight?
Asot.
In troth I shall into compunction melt.
Will not a cup of Lesbian liquour rowze
His frozen spirits to agilitie?
Ball.
Spoke like a sonne of Æsculapius!
Asot.
My fathers angels guard thee. We have gold
To cure thy dumps, although we do not mean
It should profane these breeches. Sure his soul
Is gone upon some errand, and has left
The corps in pawn till it come back again.
Tyn.
Cold jealousie, I shall account thee now
No idle passion, when the wombe that bare her
Shall plead her guilt, I must forget her name.
Fly from my memory, I will drink oblivion
To loose the loath'd Evadne.
Asot.
Generous Sir,
A pottle of Elixar at the Pegasus
Bravely carouz'd is more restorative.
My Tutour shall disburse.
Tyn.
Good impertinent.
Asot.
Impertinent? Impertinent in thy face.
Danger accrues upon the word Impertinent!
Tutour, draw forth thy fatall steel, and slash
Till he devoure the word Impertinent.
Ball.
The word Impertinent will not beare a quarrell:
The Epithite of Good hath mollified it.
Asot.
We are appeas'd.—Be safe—I say—Be safe.
Tyn.
Be not rash, Tyndarus. This malicious woman
May as well hate her daughter, as her husband.
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On such sleight witnesse. Shall I think the Sunne
Has lost his crown of light, because a cloud
Or envious night hath cast a robe of darknesse
'Twixt the worlds eye and mine?
Asot.
Canst thou, royall boy,
Burn out the remnant of a day with us?
Tyn.
I am resolv'd upon a safer triall.
Sir, you are Courtly, and no doubt the Ladies
Fall out about you: for those rare perfections
Can do no lesse then ravish.
Asot.
I confesse—
I cannot walk the streets, but straight the females
Are in a tumult—I must leave thee, Thebes,
Lest I occasion civill warres to rage
Within thy walls—I would be loth to ruine
My native soil.
Ball.
Sir, what with my instructions,
He has the wooing character.
Tyn.
Could you now
But pull the maiden-blossomes of a rose
Sweet as the spring it buds in, fair Evadne;
Or gain her promise, and that grant confirm'd
By some sleight jewell, I shall vow my self
Indebted to the service, and live yours.
Asot.
She cannot stand the fury of my siege.
Ball.
At first assault he takes the female fort.
Aso.
And ride, loves conquerour, through the streets of Thebes.
I'le tell you, Sir: You would not think how many gentlemen-
ushers have, and daily do endanger their little legs, by walking
early and late to bring me visits from this Ladie, and that Countesse.
Heaven pardon the sinne! Ne're a man in this city has made
so many chambermaids loose their voices, as I ha' done.
Tyn.
As how, I pray?
Asot.
By rising in the cold night to
let me in to their Madam. If you heare a waiting-woman coughing,
follow her: she will infallibly direct you to some that has
been a mistresse of mine.
Ball.
I have read loves tactiques to him, and he knows
The military discipline of wooing.
To rank and file his kisses: How to muster
His troops of complements, and—
Tyn.
I do beleeve you.
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What sorrows dost thou teem with! Here she comes.
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