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Scena VII.

Enter Hilario, Concupiscence, after a while Melancholico.
Hil.
Joy to you Madam Fuga, you know why.
(Ex. Hil.

Conc.
If I could give you Joy of what I loath,
And you delight in, this if I could do
Without a sin, I would.

Fug.
Is false report
Worse then true guilt? how i'st this filthy Strumpet
Lookes like a Saint, and I as foule as hell?

Conc.
Lady, an Eye refin'd sees more then dull ones,
And Holinesse far clearer then Uncleaness.
I wonder what loose words and actions
Have pass'd from you, to give incouragment
To the kind ravisher; for I have heard
None can be ravish'd without some consent.
Be humbled, know you fault, live chaster Lady.

(Enter Mel.
Fug.
Sure I should think I'm guilty.

Mel.
Out upon thee.
Fie Temperance, what here? wilt thou have Eggs
And rotten Oranges flung at thee too?
What can you chuse no other company
But this lewde, crack'd abominable peice?

Conc.
You see your company is scandalous,
I must take leave.

(Ex. Mel. & Conc.
Fug.
If there be any power
To see and judge, I challeng his assistance.
What have I done, unlesse too stedfast coynesse
Be now accounted loosenesse? what's my Crime,
That such a general storme of loude disgrace
Conspires to bear down Innocence? Hold heart,
Hold my weake spirits: for if this continue
I shall grow desperate.—