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Scena III.
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Scena III.
Enter to him Hilario and Concupiscence.Hil.
Friend Melancholico,
How is't? Sister, stand by a while. Methinks
Fit company for me, nay for a wife.
Mel.
You'l never leave your waggery and jeasting.
“You call'd Peculiars rags of Popery.
Hil.
Sometimes you are too sad and solitary:
Is this jeasting? and solitarinesse
Requires due Recreation; Is this jeasting?
And Recreation much consisteth in
The yoak of a meet helper; you may call
This jeasting too; but is't not sport in earnest?
Mel.
The Saints allow no sport.
Hil.
Then love in earnest.
You know you cannot well converse with men;
You lookes are indispos'd, your language sparing,
Your manners different. But to a woman
A long Parenthesis of busi'd silence
Does passing well. Then in her company
You have a world, and none to contradict.
And in her Ear you may reform the Church,
Or purg the State, as safe, as if you spake
Unto the Aire or whisper'd to your selfe,
For so she is. Think on a wife.
Mel.
No wife.
Hil.
Then on a spouse.
Mel.
Now you say somewhat.
Hil.
Now.
He'l marry words not substance. The word whore
Would have spoil'd all. This blockhead suites with me
As frost with fire. But for your sake Ile thaw him.
Mel.
Have you not injur'd that fair promising Sister
By leaving her alone?
Hil.
She meditates.
Mel.
She walketh gravely, turns her eye devoutly.
Hil.
The white's pure, the black as full of Adultery
As thou art of Hypocrisie; she harbours
A good conceit of you. Shall she conceive
Further?
Mel.
If that her name be right.
Hil.
She was
Concupiscence, now call'd Temperano Sister
This is your Husband whom I so commended.
Conc.
I chuse not for my selfe.
Mel.
Sister and Spouse,
If so you please, our hands shall us unite
Matches are made in Heaven; few words suffice,
The Night consummates. As for other rites
I hold them superstitious Ceremonies.
I had forgot her Portion.
Hil.
She's a widow,
Ile shew you her Estate.
Mel.
Ile first retire
And clasp her hand in zeale.
Conc.
my Lord and Bridegroome.
Hil.
The Divel and his Dam you are. Come Brother.
Mel.
Once more. I like your meditation,
But do not spend your selfe therewith too much.
(Ex. Hil. and Mel.
Conc.
Now I am double shelter'd in my hear,
With name of Husband, and this formal guise.
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