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If I have not lovd With that essential perfectnes thy worth That man could doe, in charity declare My Ignorant defect, and Ile amend it With more then zealous industry. Cla. Tis vaine: You may as easily penetrate the cloudes With a soft whisper, as my eares, then which Noe thunders deafer.
Your peevish nicenes settle your affections To a more fayre demeaner towards their worth, Or you shall seeke a Mother and a portion. Crac. Nay, if you take away their portions, Ile Meddle no further with them. Lady. Cla. Was it you, good knight of the ill favord Countenance, Who procurd us these loving admonitions? Sir Gef. Nay, and you begin agen, Ile call your Ladie Mother. Suc.
Peace, I say, thou Imp of Lucifer; wou'd thou hadst thy Bellyful, that I might be fairly rid of thee go get you up to your Chamber, and, d'ye hear, stir not from thence, on pain of our severe displeasure, for I am sent for in all haste, to Signior Don Sebastian's, 'tis but hard by, I shall soon return; what, are you here? Enter Isabella. Isabella crying. Cla.
I lay my life a Tinker. Crac. And in his parish of account. Cla. A Scavenger. Bel. Is it a badge of your profession To be uncivell? Suc. Uncivell! Noe; what is in other men uncivill In us is resolution; therefore yeild: I am invincible, flesh cannot stand Before me. Bel. It must be drunke then. Cla. I am not ith humour now To laugh, or else Ide not dismisse him yet. Good Mr.
I'me none that live By selling oathes. Bel. Ile scarce believ't; he shall not With all his cunning policie regaine My good opinion of him. Sir, you cannot Doe a more pleasing office then to leave me: I do not love to heare of him. Tho. Cla. Bel. Prethe why? His owne confession does appeach him one In the conspiracy against my honor.
O, Clariana, let me but decline Passion, and tell you seriously that this Is cruel in you, first to scorne my love, Next to admitt a scruple of beleife, Though you can be perfidious to your selfe, That I can be soe. Noe; since you are lost, Ile like the solitary turtle mourne Cause I must live without you. But, pray, tell me What is she you would have me love? Cla. My Mother. Thu. Ha, your Mother!
Madam, the saddest news Cla. Hah! what? Jac. Poor Gentleman, I pity you of all things in the World, you must be forc'd how can I utter it, to the most lamentable torment that ever Lover endur'd to remain all night in your Mistress's Chamber. Ant. Alas, how shall I endure so great an Affliction? Cla. And I. Jac.
Yes, your eyes demonstrate It melts already. Cla. Deare Mother, please you walke Into your Chamber: here the wind is cold And may disease your weaknes. Mag. Here is your vayle, and't please your ladiship. Lady.
You are merry: My humor is not specious; we must know A further distance. Thu. Wherefore, pray? Our eyes are no more poysonous then they were. Cla. Yes, they infect reciprocall. Thu. This language Is not accustomd; pray, tell me how My presence is offensive, and Ile shun you As I would doe my fate. You are not serious: My innocence assures me my deserts Can chalenge no such usage. Cla.
Ha, ha, ha, how I am griev'd to think on it; ha, ha, ha, that you shou'd both be so hardly put to it; ha, ha, ha, for the old Gentleman has lock'd all the doors, and took the keys to bed to him, go, get you in, ha, ha, ha. Ant. Oh, my dear Clara, this is a blessing I could not hope. Cla. So large a Freedom shall my Virtue prove, I'll trust my Honour with Antonio's Love. Jacinta laughing.
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