LYCIUS. O gods! my spirit fails me, And I have no strength to go, although I would! LAMIA. Perhaps he is dead already! LYCIUS. Ha! Why, then, What can I? Or, if not, what can I still? Can I keep him from his urn? or give him breath? LAMIA. Alas! alas! Would I had art or skill enough to heal him! LYCIUS. Ay, art and skill, indeed, do more than love There dwells a learned and most renowned physician, Him I'll engage, armed with our vows and LAMIA. prayers, [Exit. DOMUS follows. Farewell-be not o'er long. It made me tremble Are my foundations! Dreams, mere summer dreams, And let in sadder shows. Why, then, my wishes hold. A foot!-so soon! Enter DOMUS and Picus. DOMUS. He's gone! he's gone! He had not snuffed the air, outside o' the gate, When it blew a change in his mind. He bade me tell LAMIA. No more! no more! (The skies begin, then, to dispute my charms.) But did he ne'er turn back? DOMUS. Ay, more than twice He turned on his heel, and stood-then turned again, you, LAMIA. This is a tale Coined by the silly drunkard. You, sir, speak. [TO PIOUS. PICUS. Nay, by our troths— LAMIA. Then, sirrah, do not speak. If such vile sense be truth, I've had too much on't. Then, Lamia, weep, and mend your shatter-web, And hang your tears, like morning dew, upon it. A blight is in its ken! I feel my charms decay-my will's revoked- Another Apartment in LAMIA's House. Enter JULIUS (LYCIUS'S brother) and Domus. JULIUS. Rumor has not belied the house i' the least; 'Tis all magnificent. I pray you, sir, How long has your master been gone? DOMUS. About two quarts, sir; That is, as long as one would be a drinking 'em. 'Tis a very little while since he set off, sir. JULIUS. You keep a strange reckoning. Where is your mistress? Will she see me? DOMUS. Ay, marry; That is, if you meet; for it is good broad daylight. JULIUS. This fellow's manners speak but ill for the house. (Aside.) Go, sirrah, to your lady, with my message: Tell her, one Julius, Lycius's best friend, Now for this miracle, whose charms have bent He was not use to let his incl nation [Exit DOMUS. Thus domineer his reason: the cool, grave shade And governed all his thoughts, keeping his passions [LAMIA enters. Oh, thou sweet fraud ! Thou fair excuse for sin, whose matchless cheek LAMIA. Sir, do you know me? If not-and my near eyes declare you strange- JULIUS. Oh, would my wishful thought could think no worse Why are not those sweet looks-those heavenly looks, That anything so fair should be a fraud ! LAMIA. Sir, I beseech you, wherefore do you hang JULIUS. Ay, call these tears Pray count me: How many men's havocks might forerun the fall LAMIA. Are you his brother? Then I'll not say a word to Yet I will hear you, I will be as mild and humble as a worm Beneath your just rebuke. 'Tis sure no woman Who fall so far short in his value. JULIUS. She touches me! (Aside.) LAMIA. Look, sir, upon my eyes. Are they not red? Within an hour, I've rained a flood of tears. |