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SCENE III.
Chorus, Pamphilus, &c. to themMysti.
Now you Virgins all draw near,
And most needfull doctrine hear;
First be modest as you go,
For each looser glance you strow
Will be interpreted a snare
To catch those youths that present are,
And you rowling eyes betray
A heart that rowls as well as they.
And most needfull doctrine hear;
First be modest as you go,
For each looser glance you strow
Will be interpreted a snare
To catch those youths that present are,
And you rowling eyes betray
A heart that rowls as well as they.
Cho.
sings.
O fly then far,
Glances that are
But sparkles of a wanton fire,
And pledges of a loose desire,
Fly rowling eyes that but betray
A heart that rowls as well as they:
Pam.
Here's Doctrine' with a murren, able to infect all
The young Wenches in the Parish.
[aside]
Mysti.
Then for kisses, Oh be sure
Never Virgins those indure,
Are but bellows blows the fire
Of Lascivious desire,
But seals of Lust, and poyson, that
Infect the Mind and Body strait;
And your lips with kissing us'd,
Are but just like Cherries bruz'd.
Never Virgins those indure,
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Of Lascivious desire,
But seals of Lust, and poyson, that
Infect the Mind and Body strait;
And your lips with kissing us'd,
Are but just like Cherries bruz'd.
Chorus
sings.
O fly then far
Kisses, that are
Incentives of foul Lust, which no
Virgins lips shou'd ever know;
Whose lips once with kissing us'd,
Are but just like Cherries bruz'd.
Pam.
Heyday! no kissing neither?
God help the poor Country wenches then,
For all their sport is marr'd.
Mysti.
But 'bove all Virgins agen,
Look you fly the Touch of men,
For you'r flowres, and every Touch,
Does your fresher beauty smutch:
And Youth's a thing so delicate,
But touch it, and it withers strait,
Which once fading in their hew,
Youth and Beauty then Adieu.
Look you fly the Touch of men,
For you'r flowres, and every Touch,
Does your fresher beauty smutch:
And Youth's a thing so delicate,
But touch it, and it withers strait,
Which once fading in their hew,
Youth and Beauty then Adieu.
Chorus
sings.
O fly then far
Touches, that are
Things, Youth and Beauty chiefly blasts,
And on them foulest blemish casts,
Which once fading in their hew,
Youth and Beauty then Adieu.
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Pity a their breeding! these wenches will be quite spoyl'd
With this Education, and good for nothing, but
To make Inckle and bone-lace.
Mysti.
Lastly, for injoying, I
Need not warn you that to fly,
For flowers gather'd there's no talk,
E'r to piece 'um to their stalk;
And 'tis only that the while,
Makes you so contemn'd, and vile,
Men, what e'r they did before,
Never care for Women more.
Need not warn you that to fly,
For flowers gather'd there's no talk,
E'r to piece 'um to their stalk;
And 'tis only that the while,
Makes you so contemn'd, and vile,
Men, what e'r they did before,
Never care for Women more.
Chorus
sings.
O fly then far
Your men that are
Only born for to destroy you,
Since if once they but enjoy you,
Whatsoe'r they did before,
They never care for Women more.
Pam.
Were not Love's Inquisition here so severe,
I could teach 'um other doctrine, whose Liberty
Would please 'um a great deal better; but well,
Wou'd I had my Moppet agen,
At all adventures, for that's the likelyest thing
To a Wench I'm like to get here, for ought I see,
If they be taught a-this manner.
Eup.
By Philostrates return
They should be coming; oh how my heart does burn,
And throb now, with doubtful expectation
Of the event!
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