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Scena VI.

Enter to her Amorous.
Am.
This change of State gaines me small perfect pleasure.
Meer meditation on Morphe's beauty
Will not suffice. Come Fuga, since thy Ocean
Cannot be minish'd by some drops, give freely
What Audax forc'd.

Fug.
That I am miserable
Is't not enough, unlesse I bear more burdens
Of common scorn, or (which is worse) true stayning?
Good Sir, of all the Passions you are gentlest;
Though you esteem me light, which I am not,
Yet take some weight unto your selfe. Consider
That after this you cannot worthy be
Of Morphe, never woe with confidence.

Am.
Thus still a Female Sermon puts me by,
And I gain nothing by my Liberty.
Once more I ask.

Fug.
Once was too much before.

Am.
Once more.

Fug.
First kill me.

Am.
Then to make you quick
Is past my cunning.
(Ex. Amorous.