University of Virginia Library

SCENE V.

Flamette with others, Pamphilus, &c.
Fla.
What? my Enamourist agen!
Sure then, being so well accompanied
I'll have some sport with him.

Pam.
Gods so, she here!
I'll away then.

Exiturus
Fla.
D'y hear d'y hear Sir? pray come forwards here,
And don't turn Sea-crab,—d'ye behold that Gentlemā?
He is one of the terriblest persecutors of yong nymphs,
H'as no mercy with him; And's so in love with himself,
He imagins all women are in love with him too;
Nay, will swear it, if they but look upon him once,—
Ther is nothing so cold, as to hear him talk of flames;
And 'twer enough to make a body forswear love, but
To see how he makes it;—nay, be n't asham'd
Of your own Commendations.

Pam.
Commendations d'ye call it? what are your Reproches pray?
If these be your Commendations?

[aside.]
Fla.
Then if he pretend
To Poetry (that's Riming with him) he wearies Phœbus
And all the Muses, to find him out similitudes
Of Rubies, Pearl, Gold, and Diamonds,
To compare with his Mistresses lips, teeth, eys, & hair:
If not, he his yet a more solemn fool in Prose,
With's speech imbroder'd, just like your Masquing cloaths,
With Oos and Aspirations, and never a word
Of sense in them,—see now how he fleers and grins,
The common put-off of the Fool and Impudent.

Pam.
To have an Anatomy Lecture
Read over me alive thus, there's no induring it.

Fla.
Nay, I'll promise ye
You shall endure it, and twenty times more to boot,
If I meet with you again.

Pam.
Y'ave met with me
Already, I thank you, but if I meet with you
Alone, I'll make y' indure somwhat too for this.

Fla.
Threaten'd too? nay then have at you with
Another trick; well Sir, having sufficiently try'd
Your patience, and finding it invincible,
I'll let you see now all the Nymphs here are not
So cruel as you imagin thē,—meet me but hereabouts
When Bellinda's gon to the temple, & I'll promise you
I'll bring you to the gentlest Nymph in Cypres,
So far from coy, you may do what you will with her,
She can deny you nothing nor say nay to any thing.

Pam.
I marry Sir, & such an one wou'd I meet withall,—
I knew I could not be so grossy deceiv'd
In the dispositions of the Nymphs minds here,
And Constitutions of their Bodies.

Fla.
Look you fail not now.

Pam.
Nay, if I fail at such Assignations,
Call me Eunuch.

Fla.
[Musick.]
And if I don't fit you, call me fool—but hark,
The pomp draws nigh, and the procession
From the Temple, dilating of it self,
And swelling with numerous multitudes, fils up all
The spacious and ample Plain.