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Scena V.

Enter to them Sir Tim, as Timida. After a while Fuga, alike dress'd.
Au.
What's this? the He or She?

Conc.
No matter which.

Au.
If it be she, I'le ravish her; if he,
Then thou shalt do't.

Conc.
Neither, tis done enough.

Au.
Tim hath a fine time on't.

Conc.
Come, you have a better.—

Tim.
Is this to be a woman? O I could teare,
(Ex. Conc. & Au.
As timerous as I am, my lawnes to rags,
And scratch my face, and stick my heart with pins,
Or streight turn valiant. Wud my Fuga knew,
What she hath scap'd through me.
And here she comes.
(Enter Fuga.
O Fuga, female habit and strang sufferings
Have lent me tongue enough. Now I can speake;
And boldly say I have deserved your love.

Fug.
Wherein Sir Lady?

Tim.
Now in this your habit sav'd you from a hideous ravishing.
Audax with whom I should have fought, came on me
With love more rude then rage, blasted my face
With breath like brimstone, turn'd my limbs like twigs;
I live by miracle.

Fug.
You came too neere
Unto a Sex from which you should keep further.

Tim.
Shall I not then be neer and dear unto you?

Fug.
Experience tells you what a boystrous thing
Tis to be ruffled by a man.

Tim.
Still so?
Why I have been a woman for thy sake;
I bear within these weedes a minde as tender,
White skin, blew veines, and armes as soft as thine.

Fug.
But still you are a man, and I still Fuga.

Tim.
Nothing can merit love from pevishnesse.
What shall I do? I'le streight turn man again,
And suffer for my selfe. Farewel coy woman,
Ungrateful, and unwise. My ravishment
Is fairely past, but yours may be the next.
How ere when I appear my selfe, the noise
Of what is past will light upon your name.
I bore the loathsome suffering for thee,
Now shalt thou bear the foule reproach for me.
(Ex. Tim.

Fug.
Much I was overseen, too much extreamely;
I could run after him; but if he turn
I shall run back again. O I am lost;
My Honour, Safety, and perhaps some liking,
All these are lost, with these I'm lost, lost Fuga.