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Heaven knows I have too many; do not mock me;
Though I am tame and bred up with my wrongs,
Which are my foster-brothers, I may leap
Like a hand-wolf into my natural wilderness,
And do an outrage : pray thee do not mock me.
Evad. My whole life is so leprous, it infects
All my repentance: I would buy your pardon
Though at the highest set, even with my life.
That slight contrition, that's no sacrifice
For what I have committed.
Amin. Sure I dazzle :
There cannot be a faith in that foul woman,
That knows no god more mighty than her mischiefs.
Thou dost still worse, still number on thy faults,
To press my poor heart thus. Can I believe
There's any seed of virtue in that woman
Left to shoot up, that dares go on in sin
Known, and so known as thine is ? O Evadne !
Would there were any safety in thy sex,
That I might put a thousand sorrows off,
And credit thy repentance: but I must not ;
Thou hast brought me to the dull calamity,
To that strange misbelief of all the world,
And all things that are in it, that I fear
I shall fall like a tree, and find my grave,
Only rememb'ring that I grieve.
Evad. My lord,
Give me your griefs : you are an innocent,
A soul as white as heaven; let not my sins
Perish your noble youth: I do not fall here
To shadow by dissembling with my tears,
As all say women can, or to make less
hot will hath done, which heaven and you Knows to be tougher than the hand of time Can cut from man's remembrance ; no I do not ;
or ureth SEDA, the same Eradne,
stiames Td in, the same monster. Sur de Le TBS a booour, to what I am;
O ONIA IT be fociest creature,
VIX NS dans and despis'd of men,
e Vs: I am hell,
TI I r in scour your light into me,
Nu ere irrepes: I am soul-sick,
Ani FITri the bar of one condemnd,
i pa cardia.
I ha. zues that put this good into thee,
B & INT :: I forgive thee;
Viewer and take heed,
er der Erde is de serious;
V NE TIK en above, that can and dare
Ring 21 une of their justice
11. run the best acrifice.
E le doe working good to win belief, Verbess; all the creatures Voir ave's en hare their ends, and good ones, Akaneing Crocodies false women; Turkrade the plagues, those killing sores, Meerar est; n when ther die, like tales Trimberd, ther pass away Ani po to das forrwien: but, my lord, Those short dars I shall number to my rest, (is maar must not see me) shall, though too late, Though in my erening, ver perceive a will, Since I can do no good because a woman, Reach constantly at something that is near it; I will redeem one minute of my age, Or like another Siobe I'll weep Till I am water.
Amin. I am now dissolved :
My frozen soul melts : may each sin thou hast,
Find a new mercy: rise, I am at peace :
Had'st thou been thus, thus excellently good,
Before that devil king tempted thy frailty,
Sure thou had'st made a star: give me thy hand;
From this time I will know thee, and as far
As honour gives me leave, be thy Amintor :
When we meet next, I will salute thee fairly,
And pray the gods to give thee happy days:
My charity shall go along with thee,
Though my embraces must be far from thee.
Men's Natures more hard and subtil than Women's.
How stubbornly this fellow answer'd me!
There is a vile dishonest trick in man,
More than in women: all the men I meet
Appear thus to me, are harsh and rude,
And have a subtilty in every thing,
Which love could never know; but we fond women
Harbour the easiest and smoothest thoughts,
And think all shall go so; it is unjust
That men and women should be matcht together.
PHILASTER; OR, LOVE LIES A BLEEDING: A TRAGI.
COMEDY. BY FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER.
Philaster tells the Princess Arethusa how he first found the boy
I have a boy sent by the gods,
Not yet seen in the court; hunting the buck,
I found him sitting by a fountain side,
Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst,
And paid the nymph again as much in tears ;
A garland lay him by, made by himself,
Of many several flowers, bred in the bay,
Stuck in that mystic order, that the rareness
Delighted me: but ever when he turn'd
His tender eyes upon them, he would weep,
As if he meant to make them grow again.
Seeing such pretty helpless innocence
Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story;
He told me that his parents gentle died,
Leaving him to the mercy of the fields,
Which gave him roots; and of the crystal springs,
Which did not stop their courses; and the sun,
Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light.
Then took he up his garland and did shew,
What every flower, as country people hold,
Did signify; and how all order'd thus,
Exprest his grief: and to my thoughts did read
The prettiest lecture of his country art
That could be wish'd, so that, methought, I could
Have studied it. I gladly entertain'd him,
Who was as glad to follow; and have got
The trustiest, loving'st, and the gentlest boy,
That ever master kept: him will I send
To wait on you, and bear our hidden love.
Philaster prefers Bellario to the Service of the Princess Arethusa.
Phi. And thou shalt find her honourable, boy,
Full of regard unto thy tender youth,
For thine own modesty; and for my sake,
Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, aye, or deserve.
Bell. Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing, And only yet am something by being yours; You trusted me unknown; and that which you are apt
construe a simple innocence in me,