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To feel, to know
JULIUS. Then I'll not grieve you— I came with frowns, but I depart in tears And sorrow for you both ; for what he was, And what you might have been—a pair of wonders, The grace and pride of nature—now disgraced, And fallen beyond redress.
JULIUS. Ay, if you think how you have made him stain The fair-blown pride of his unblemished youth, His studious years— And for what poor exchange 2 these fading charms— I will not say how frail.
O hold—pray hold ! Your words have subtle cruel stings, and pierce More deeply than you aim This sad heart knows How little of such wrong and spiteful ill Were in love's contemplation when it clasped him Lycius and bliss made up my only thought; But now, alas !
A sudden truth dawns on me, like a light
LAMIA. O never, never ! [Ferventiy.
Never, by holy truth ! while I am woman
Pray, cherish it. Hark! what a lawless riot.
O hope–Again (the moise renewed) why then this is a triumph Of your true fame, which I had just mistaken;
Shame on thee, smooth dissembler—shame upon thee!
Enter the wild Gallants, flushed with wine.
CURIO. Ay, he has had his trip—as who has not, sir? I'll warrant you've had your stumbles. JULIUS. & Once—on an ape. Get out o' the way of my shins. [Going. LAMIA. Sir, dearest sir,
In pity do not go, for your brother's sake,
'Gainst these ungentle II].62Il. [She lays hold of JULIUS.
CURIO. Sweet lady, you look sad—fie, it was ill done of Lycius, To leave his dove so soon—but he has some swan At nest in another place. GALLO.
I’ll bet my mare on’t.
CURIO. We've no doubt on't ; ‘Bitterly. But we'll not grieve, since here we are quite enough For any merriment. GALL0. And as for a welcome, We'll acknowledge it on your cheer.
If you mean what lies in my heart.
- No, no in faith, We mean what lies in your cellar—wine, rare wine, We will pledge you in floods on't, and when knocked off our legs,
Adore you on our knees.
Hear me, sweet gentles, How you shall win my favor. Set to work and copy— Be each a Lycius. GALL0.
Lycius, forsooth l hang him A model again! the perfect model.
As if we could not match his vices !
It had charmed your heart to see how swift he ran,
Or if I cannot, 'tis because I’m choked with a curse.