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Scena. 2.
Lamia, a Curtizane, entreth synging.
The Song.
Al a flaunt now vaunt it, braue wenche cast away care,
With Layes of Loue chaunt it, for no cost see thou spare:
With Layes of Loue chaunt it, for no cost see thou spare:
Sith Nature hath made thee, with bewty most braue,
Sith Fortune doth lade thee, with what thou wouldst haue.
Ere Pleasure doth vade thee, thy selfe set to sale:
All wantons wyll trade thee, and stowpe to thy stale.
Sith Fortune doth lade thee, with what thou wouldst haue.
Ere Pleasure doth vade thee, thy selfe set to sale:
All wantons wyll trade thee, and stowpe to thy stale.
All a flaunt, Ut Supra.
Yong Ruflers maintaines thee, defends thee and thine,
Olde Dottrels retaines thee, thy Beuties so shine:
Though many disdaynes thee, yet none maye thee tuch:
Thus Enuie refraynes thee, thy countenaunce is such.
Olde Dottrels retaines thee, thy Beuties so shine:
Though many disdaynes thee, yet none maye thee tuch:
Thus Enuie refraynes thee, thy countenaunce is such.
All a flaunt, Ut Supra:
Triumphe
fayre Lamia now, thy wanton flag aduaunce,
Shee speaketh.
Set foorth thy selfe to brauest show, bost thou of happy chaunce:
Gyrle, accompt thou thy selfe the cheefe, of Lady Pleasures traine,
Thy face is faire, thy forme cōtent, thy Fortunes both doth staine.
Euen as thou wouldst, thy house doth stande, thy furniture is gay,
Thy weedes are braue, thy face is fine, & who for this doth paye?
Thou thy self? no, the rushing Youthes, yt bathe in wanton blisse,
Yea, olde and dooting fooles sometimes, doo helpe to paye for this.
Free cost betweene them both I haue, all this for my behoue,
I am the sterne, yt gides their thoughts, looke what I like, they loue
Few of them sturre, that I byd staie, if I bid go, they flye:
If I on foe pursue reuenge, Alarme a hundred crye.
The brauest I their harts, their handes, their purses holde at wyl,
Ioynde with the credite of the best, to bowlster mee in yll.
But see wher as my trustie man, doth run, what newes brings he?
Gyrle, accompt thou thy selfe the cheefe, of Lady Pleasures traine,
Thy face is faire, thy forme cōtent, thy Fortunes both doth staine.
Euen as thou wouldst, thy house doth stande, thy furniture is gay,
Thy weedes are braue, thy face is fine, & who for this doth paye?
Thou thy self? no, the rushing Youthes, yt bathe in wanton blisse,
Yea, olde and dooting fooles sometimes, doo helpe to paye for this.
Free cost betweene them both I haue, all this for my behoue,
I am the sterne, yt gides their thoughts, looke what I like, they loue
Few of them sturre, that I byd staie, if I bid go, they flye:
If I on foe pursue reuenge, Alarme a hundred crye.
The brauest I their harts, their handes, their purses holde at wyl,
Ioynde with the credite of the best, to bowlster mee in yll.
But see wher as my trustie man, doth run, what newes brings he?
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