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Scena VII.
Enter to her Audax.Au.
What's here? Concupiscence?
Conc.
Nor stare, nor startle;
As I hope to look faire, I'm nothing chang'd
In minde or body. No where, but in habit.
Au.
And why in This?
Conc.
O for Variety.
Fancy permits all change. This dresse sometimes
Pleases the Courtier better then his Ladies.
Is it but so? come then my Paphian drum,
I'le brace the close.
Conc.
Soft Sir, you march too feircely.
I have a task which first you must perform;
I fear you will not do't; you do not love me;
Promise me first; the task I can assure you,
Befitts your Valour, and will pay it selfe.
Au.
Is it to kill the Queen, that thou mayst reign?
Conc.
No, nor her maide; thou shalt but use her kindly.
Au.
Speak plain, be bold.
Conc.
Then thou shalt ravish Fuga.
She twits me with my Servants, Favours, Lookes,
My Words, and scapes: in This you bear a share.
If this to me bring shame, you are not free.
Au.
Is this your heavy task? no more but This?
Onely to ravish? is not the work Reward?
Ile do't effectually; Her selfe shall thank me.
Conc.
But I'le outthank her far; Ile ravish thee
With fast embraces. Take this kisse in earnest
Of future payment. Though I seeme a Vestal,
To thee I'm Venus.
Au.
Venus, be secur'd.
(Ex. Au.
Conc.
Then, when her fruit shall swell, and I stand simpring,
Turn'd to a seeming Saint, O how Ile triumph
In grave reproofe and holy Admonition!
This 'tis to be too chast.—here come the Stagemen.
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