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Scena. I.
The Scene turns to the Court of Prudentius.Enter from several wayes Sr. Amorous, and Morphe.
Am.
Well met sweet Morphe,
Empresse of my heart,
And all hearts else, if made of
flesh like mine.
You must not passe untouch'd.
Mor.
What mean you Sir?
Am.
To print you Mine;
Mor.
Hands off Sir Amorous.
Am.
Why should such coynesse wrinkle such a Brow?
Mor.
Why should such boystrous incivility
Defile your Courtship? All your courtly Arts
Of Singing, Playing, Dancing, Poetry,
Will grow suspected pleaders of meer Lust:
Forbeare for my sake: this rude force in you
May chance to blot a white repute in me.
Am.
The blot Ile thus rub out.
(Offers to kisse.
Mor.
Ile wash it thus.
(Spits.
Am.
How can the eye, that sees not love the light?
Blame your own beauty if you blame my Love.
Mor.
I blame th' Expression.
Am.
If the thing be good,
Expression makes it better.
Mor.
Yes, if chast,
Am.
Chast Love is nothing.
Mor.
Nothing to th' unchast.
Forbeare I pray, and feare a neere example.
Do you not know the King hath taught the Passions
Within this Floating Isle more modesty,
By banishing your child Concupiscence?
Am.
Others perhaps shall quickly know I know it,
And that I know it as rough tyranny.
What for a trick of youth such Discipline?
Doth breeding Subjects call for Banishment?
Or giving life deserve a civil Death?
Hold; stand; in vain you strive; I am resolv'd;
Should now the King look on, and call a Kisse
Treason, should poyson punish this sweet touch,
Thus far I durst presume.
Mor.
Shame on your rudeness.
(Ex. Mor.
Am.
Are not our Eyes and Lipps and touch our own,
Not to be us'd without a special warrant?
At length we shall not satisfie meere Nature,
Nor spit without a Counsel. If my Girle
Pertake my spirit, then like me she'l try,
What fury Love can in the Passions raise,
To shake this Stoick from his chaire of Rule.
Ile move my Fellows.
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