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Scena Secunda.
Enter Cecillia, Philon, Eugene, and three Souldiers being chased a-shore by Pyrats.Phi.
Fly, Madam, save your selfe while we
With our faiths, make a stop, for know
Philon will lay his body a willing sacrifice
To intercept your danger.
Cecil.
Oh Philon, which way shall we take? I know
Not where we are, why did you land here?
He durst not have pursued us to the harbour,
My brothers fleete now in readinesse to depart
Would have protected us.
Eu.
This way the slave ran that went to call for aide.
A noise within,
Follow, follow,
Phi.
Harke Madam, we're pursude,
Tis now no time to talke, upon my life
The value of the prize he hunts.
Within,
Follow, follow,
Ceci.
They come, take some other way and try
If you can divert their chase, whilst we
Take Covert in this wood.
Exeunt
Enter Philon and his party, beaten in by Gillipus, Hiparcus, and Souldiers of their part.
Gil.
Follow mates, for we have in chace
The wealth of Kingdomes, one whose maiden Mine
The gods would digge it, nor has her Virgin earth
Beene wounded yet for that precious metall,
But keepes her, Indies still unconquer'd:
If we gaine her weele saile no more, nor steere
Vncertaine fates by a fix'd starre, nor pray
For faith, that we may hope a safety in the midst
Of the dangerous wonders of the deepe.
Hip.
Slip not this opportunity, we know not how long
Fortune will court us, which path tooke she?
Gil.
I know not, let us divide our selves. Ile take this
Exit. Gil.
Enter Pausanes and meetes Hiparcus.
Pau.
Hyparcus what glorious things were those
That fled us as if we durst hurt them?
Hy.
Hansome women, man.
Pau.
Were they but women?
Pau. stands with his eyes fixt upon the ground.
Hy.
But women, no but women, what aylst thou?
Pau.
I am sure they are more then man, for I never saw
Any of that sex that made me tremble, yet
Dwells in my brest still.
Hy.
Thunder-strucke by a woman; courage man
Blacke eyes tho they lighten, yet they doe not use
To shrinke our hearts in the scabberd.
Pau.
These doe not use to fight, doe they?
If they doe, by all our gods theyle conquer me.
Oh Hiparcus, doe not mocke my misery but tell me
Hast thou seene many such; such formes usuall
Amongst em? this has Medusa's power in that
Beautious forme, & I am changed to weeping Marble.
Hy.
By this good day hees in love, could I be so
How happy might I be, for I have beene,
Pretty lucky in the sex, and could I have lov'd
All that I have layne with, what a share of Heaven
Should I have had, looke how he stands now,
Pausanes what dost meane, let fall thy weapon
When thou pursuest a wench.
Pau.
A wench! whats that? I thought of none.
Hyp.
The greater part, and the hansomest, and that
They are not the better part of women, is yet
To be disputed.
Pau.
How canst thou distinguish em? How dost thou know a wench?
Hy.
Severall wayes, but the best is by feeling em.
Pau.
But that I know from rocking in the Cradle
It still has beene so, how should we two come to be friends?
Theres such contrarieties even in our nature,
That both looking on one heavenly forme
We should from the same subject draw such
Different thoughts; whil'st I was Philosophying
Vpon her diviner part, and preparing how to worship;
Thou wert casting to pollute her. But prethee tell me
In thy serious thoughts, were it not better to finde
Those beauties that adorne her, the cloathing
Hy.
Faith in serious thoughts, which hansome women
Ought not to be mingled with, worships God,
But to be worshipt better: but prethee
Put off this serious discourse now, this is no time to talke
When we have the prey in chase.
Exit
Pau.
Fare thee well, but that I know thee stout,
Faithfull to thy friend, and one that speakes
Worse of himselfe then any other dares,
Ide teare thee from my bosome, But when I know
This; and how strictly thou wilt pay thy vowes
To honour, thou shalt dwell for ever here.
Exit
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