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 | The Floating Island |  |
Scena XV.
Enter Melancholico with a Petition, after him Sir Timerous in mans habit.Mel.
—That naughty Boy
Hilario hath match'd me to the Divel.
Hell flames are in her; she hath stuck a brand
“Into my bones; I sue for just divorcement.
Am.
Did not you snuffle till you match'd my Daughter?
Peace, or you'l shame your selfe.
Fan.
A pretty Picture,
Here's Day and Night united in one peice;
Look here a Swan, look there a foule black Raven.
Tim.
Justice great Queen against a multitude.
Am.
That's hard to be obtain'd.
Tim.
Against Irato,
Some beat, some cheate, some rob, some ravish me.
Fan.
What saist? Go on and still that howling kennel.
I know you well, for all you are a Tortesse,
And have liv'd like a frog in diverse Elements.
Of what Gender are you? Go learn of Proteus
How to do tricks. If you be dull and blockish,
You must be beaten. Come to me for Justice?
Judge one another, or get you all to Liveby.
Tim.
He's in his grave.
Fan.
And therefore get ye to him.
Tim.
No doing's here: I'm gone.
Mel.
And I: but whither?
Ex. Tim. & Mel.
Fan.
No Amorous, Liveby sleeps, but Morphe's dead.
Am.
Heaven help you Lady.
Fan.
But I can soon restore her.
“Take you the sent of a Travellers toes,
“The sneeze of a Sleeper fresh from his nose;
“The fat of a Frier well fed with fasting,
“The lean of a Drunkard consum'd with tasting;
“The juyce of a Lemmon tha's civil at seasons,
“Twelve dancing Capers, ten lunatick Reasons;
“Two dying notes of an ancient Swan,
“Three Sighes a thousand years kept if you can:
“Some scrapings of Giges his Ring may passe,
“With the skin of a Shadow caught in a glasse;
“Six peny worth of Thoughts untold,
“The jelly of a Star before it be cold;
“One ounce of Courtship from a country-Daughter,
“A grain of Wit, and a quart of Laughter.
“Boyle these on the Fire of Zeal or of Lust,
“With some beech Coales, least the Vessel burst.
“If you can get these Ingredients, I'e compound them for you.
Then when she is perfectly recovered, she shall be married
In rich cloth of Rainbow lac'd with Sun-beames.
Am.
I hope Desperato hath given her other Physick.
Fan.
Desperato? is he her Physitian?
Since hope is dead, we all must to despair.
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