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Scen. 9.

Enter Satyre with Arismena.
Sat.
Come faire one, cast off your trembling fear,
No violence shall force your Love, I'le rather choose
To pierce this breast, then let one accent fall
That may offend your care.

Aris.
You doe offend
In speaking thus.

Sat.
I should displease you more
To snatch my pleasures from your brest

Aris.
You wo'd
Indeed, and doe already fright my blood
To palenesse in my cheeks.

Sat.
Oh say not thus, I doe
Confesse I have not in the stock of my
Deserts enough to force one bounteous smile
For to create me new; but let not that
Cause you to frown, or with one angry look
Turne me to ashes as I stand.

Aris.
Still you
Doe gild the Pill, you'd have me take, but I
Assure you Sir my heart is none of mine,
Though the bright Marriage God has yet forborne
To light his Tapers. We breath both from one soule.

Sat.
Come, come, you doe but jest to egg me more
By your delayes.

Aris.
You'l finde I speak the truth,
And covet more to die a Martyr for
This cause, then live to be an Empresse.

Sat.
Are you so resolute? so stout, go in,
Visit the rooms I led you through, look on
Those stings you are to feel unlesse you doe
Consent, and then consider that if they
Inforce you not, you shall be quickly sent
To those blest fields you vainly hope to view.

Aris.
That death is welcome which shall render me
A chast example unto posterity.

Exit. Aris.
Sat.
These Arcadian Nimphs are patternes to the world
Of chastity; had my breath bin spent on
Ladies of the Westerne court, they would have prov'd
More gentle then to let one thus long sue
Without a close imbrace, whilst these fly from
The name, fearing the sound might get
An Act of lust.
Enter Castarina.
Here comes another too
Whose brighter soule shall not by me be forc't.
Faire Maide?