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Scen. 3.
Belerrio, Murgorus, Nercius.Bel.
My Uncles Palace is Apelles shop
Of living pictures, which are set in
No forms else but Ladies models.
The Palace is the Judges, Ladies Diamonds;
So it's a store, each Madam is an Angel.
Murg.
I, counterfeit
Bel.
Unheard of sound, who can dispose it so,
They that do enlighten dull natures eyes
Ner.
Why, can it be so term'd? Cupid is blind,
And it should follow his strange fashions.
Bel.
Yet opposition rise, though fortune deem
The splendour of its rayes, therefore to seem
In much lesse; oh that it could be said
She turned was to moory shape, that strike
It may not forth her worth so bright,
For in her breast carries concealed fire,
Which makes her fumes still by the flame aspire;
All else were rightly coloured, but if she
Give elimation, they turn' quickly be
To Aurora's blushes, none dare take its place
What decent is, unlesse she first imbrace
Their rosey colour, but dejected are,
Her crimson lips doth so excell them far.
Mur.
Do then explain her, sure she may be known,
No fire there is, but by its smoak is shown.
Bel.
Her splendent parts doth so transcend clearness,
That by its supernatures work, it dazels all
Bright shining shadows; she is transparent,
Is the elixar of Virginity.
Ner.
Divulge her then, she sure cannot be leare,
You count her so beyond the crystall clear.
Bel.
No quick-sight apprehension can discern
The mould from whence she is took, nor delicacy
By all her pencil art demonstrate her;
Diana still grows shapelesse by comparison,
Yea all the Goddesses are immur'd by her,
None dare appear, nor in place come nigh her.
Mur.
Oh sure she is invisible to be
Nam'd in our presence, that know her may we.
Bel.
In her you may discern Loves onely face,
All Nymphs their parts, and that with comely grace,
A front dependent, eye much like a sloe,
Her lip a cherry, in her chin a bow;
Her breast like alablaster crimson rose,
Her waste like slender Pine disovered shews,
Her hair the tresses, on her neck like milk,
Display their pastimes like a twisted silk
Or threds of gold.
Mur.
Still fomie passage lights in thy design,
Name her, that this discourse may be at fine.
Bel.
What, stupid still, possest with ignorance,
Not know her by these tokens I advance?
I'l spare no passage now to spend my breath,
To name the quintessence of all the earth,
Lerenica she disposeth of
My fickle will, and fancy at one both.
Ner.
What she? how backward runs the course?
The time hath been when opportunities
Hath sought occasion in their properties,
By casting favours by her mush-red eye,
Deluding objects to sobriety.
To get the will of him, who intended
The Zenith of love where under it did
Rest, should be prolonged further, casting
Aside those indisposed sight and tricks,
As vain, and whom doth none regard.
Bel.
The Styx, her mists doth paraphrase your words,
VVherein grim Cerberus doth bathe himselfe;
Infuse an opiate virtue, there to dull
My vitall spirits, to cut the hair
Of danger's purpose, and whereby I shall
Receive a quiet death, for a vexed life.
Ner.
Fear not,
A gilded bait shall intrap this Barbell,
VVe'l find her stratagems, devise a way
The filly blind boy knows not, the which shall
Imploy affairs deserving worth a name
Of Chronolgoy, a cheat, or somewhat
May worke effect with this same peevish brat.
Bel.
Let hope go with that design to the end,
Methinks my top-sayls move with celerity,
I gain acuteness and agility;
VVho ever did take arrogance in strength,
Or sound brave Nectars notes with Bacchus juyce,
More freely then do I, must be more then
Mother Nature doth put forth, sweep away,
Inclose within thy arms; oh Cynthia,
Thy master Titan's Candle, let not him
Praunce on his journey to the top of th'hill;
But curb his fiery trigon, suffer not
No more his fight till we have done our plot.
Mur.
Though friendship promise more then strangenesse doth,
Deride not one, but do receive then both,
I'l bring whole fountaines of new-found desires,
VVhich shall suck up the hony of your fires,
And flames of love: we go.
Exeunt.
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