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Lucip. Prithee be quiet, he will beat us both else.
Cle. What will ye make me then, Sir?
Mem. I will make thee
Stand still and hold thy peace; I have a heart, Lady.
Cal. Ye were a monster else.
Mem. A loving heart,
A truly loving heart.
Cal. Alas, how came it?
Mem. I would you had it in your hand, sweet Lady,
To see the truth it bears you.
Cal. Do you give it.
Lucip. That was well thought upon.
Cle. 'Twill put him to't Wench.
Cal. And you shall see I dare accept it, Sir,
Tak't in my hand and view it: if I find it
A loving and a sweet heart, as you call it,
I am bound, I am.
Mem. No more, I'll send it to ye,
As I have honour in me, you shall have it.
Cle. Handsomly done, Sir, and perfum'd by all means,
The Weather's warm, Sir.
Mem. With all circumstance.
Lucip. A Napkin wrought most curiously.
Mem. Divinely.
Cle. Put in a Goblet of pure Gold.
Mem. Yes in Jacinth
That she may see the Spirit through.
Lucip. Ye have greas'd him
For chewing love again in haste.
Cle. If he should do it.
Cal. If Heaven should fall we should have larks; he do it!
Cle. See how he thinks upon't.
Cal. He will think these three years
Ere he prove such an Ass, I lik't his offer,
There was no other way to put him off else.
Mem. I will do it —
Lady expect my heart.
Cal. I do, Sir.
Mem. Love it, for 'tis a heart that – and so I leave ye. [Exit Mem.
Cle. Either he is stark mad,
Or else I thinks he means it.
Cal. He must be stark mad
Or else he will never do it, 'tis vain Glory,
And want of judgment that provokes this in him;
Sleep and Society cures all: his heart?
No, no, good Gentleman there's more belongs to't,
Hearts are at higher prices, let's go in
And there examine him a little better.
Shut all the doors behind for fear he follow,
I hope I have lost a lover, and am glad on't. [Ex. Lady.
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima
Enter Memnon alone
Mem. 'Tis but to dye, Dogs do it, Ducks with dabling,
Birds sing away their Souls, & Babies sleep 'em,
Why do I talk of that is treble vantage?
For in the other World she is bound to have me;
Her Princely word is past: my great desert too
Will draw her to come after presently,
'Tis justice, and the gods must see it done too.
Besides, no Brother, Father, Kindred there
Can hinder us, all languages are alike too.
There love is everlasting, ever young,
Free from Diseases, ages, jealousies,
Bawds, Beldames, Painters, Purgers: dye? 'tis nothing,
Men drown themselves for joy to draw in Juleps
When they are hot with Wine: In dreams we do it.
And many a handsom Wench that loves the sport well,
Gives up her Soul so in her Lovers bosome;
But I must be incis'd first, cut and open'd,
My heart, and handsomely, ta'n from me; stay there,
Dead once, stay, let me think again, who do I know there?
For else to wander up and down unwaited on
And unregarded in my place and project,
Is for a Sowters Soul, not an old Souldiers.
My brave old Regiments – I there it goes,
That have been kill'd before me, right. —
Enter Chilax
Chil. He's here, and I must trouble him.
Mem. Then those I have conquer'd
To make my train full.
Chi. Sir.
Mem. My Captains then —
Chi. Sir, I beseech ye.
Mem. For to meet her there
Being a Princess and a Kings sole Sister
With great accommodation must be cared for.
Chi. Weigh but the Souldiers poverty.
Mem. Mine own Troop first
For they shall die.
Chi. How, what's this?
Mem. Next —
Chi. Shall I speak louder, Sir?
Mem. A square Battalia —
Chi. You do not think of us.
Mem. Their Armours gilded —
Chi. Good noble Sir.
Mem. And round about such Engines
Shall make Hell shake.
Chi. Ye do not mock me.
Mem. For, Sir,
I will be strong, as brave —
Chi. Ye may consider,
You know we have serv'd you long enough.
Mem. No Souldier
That ever landed on the blest Elyzium
Did or shall march, as I will.
Chi. Would ye would march, Sir,
Up to the King and get us —
Mem. King nor Keiser
Shall equal me in that world.
Chi. What a Devil ails he?
Mem. Next, the rare beauties of those Towns I fir'd.
Chi. I speak of money, Sir.
Mem. Ten thousand Coaches —
Chi. O pounds, Sir, pounds I beseech your Lordship,
Let Coaches run out of your remembrance.
Mem. In which the wanton Cupids, and the Graces
Drawn with the Western winds kindling desires,
And then our Poets —
Chi. Then our pay.
Mem. For Chilax when the triumph comes; the Princess
Then, for I will have a Heaven made —
Chi. Bless your Lordship!
Stand still, Sir.
Mem. So I do, and in it —
Chi. Death Sir,
You talk you know not what.
Mem. Such rare devices:
Make me I say a Heaven.
Chi. I say so too, Sir.
Mem. For here shall run a Constellation.
Chi. And there a pissing Conduit.
