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Sat.
Why faire one? I carry
Nothing to afright you but this shape.

Cast.
In that
Lurks all thats bad.

Sat.
Judge not thus ill, th' respect
I'le shew to you shall merit better thoughts.

Cast.
You shew respect, heavens defend! can I
Believe there is civility amongst Wolves,
Or that a Lyon can be brought to couch
Before his prey. Stand off, or you shall feel I dare
Snatches a poniard from the Satyrs side, & wounds him.
Be more then woman, sluce your blood, and laugh
To see your soule expire.

Sat.
Stay gentle Nimph
This little blood has checkt my daring soule.

Cast.
But dost thou bleed? oh stop the murmuring stream
Least my Feeble nature sink at the sight
She drops the poniard and the Satyr takes it up.
Of blood.

Sat.
Art thou so quickly chang'd, is that
Great spirit which thou proudly boasts turnd to
Effeminacy? Come kisse me, or I'le
Draw so much of thy own, 'twill fright thee more
To view it streaming from thy veines.

Cast.
Keep off
For I dare suffer—

Sat.
A kinde salute.

Cast.
No,
Death and meet it through more tortures then ere
Tyrants could invent.

Sat.
I'le try your valour,
And get you yonder till I've fram'd a death
More horrid then ere fancy thought on yet.

Cast.
Let fall your stings, they shall be welcom'd too;
I'le kisse the hand which shall dismisse a maide
And praise thy act in the Elizean shade.

Exit.
Sat.
Nothing can alter her, but as the Stars
Keeps still her constant course; yet something I
Will doe—I, it shall so, and if
This failes I'le try some other plot.

Hollow within, and then enter a Satyre.
The newes?

2 Sat.
The Shepheards are insnared.

1 Sat.
O bring them in.
Exit. 2 Sat.
They 're timely tane, for now my plot may finde
A good successe, or as I am, I may
Either revenge or lengthen out my day.

Exit.