Spa. There he rubb'd your forehead; 'Twas a tough blow. Sec. It smarts. Mor. Pox on him! let him Put's fingers into any gums of mine, He shall find I have teeth about me, sound ones. Sec. You are a scurvy fellow, and I am made a cokes, an ass; and this same filthy crone's a flirt. Whoop, do me no harm, good-woman." [Exit. Spa. Now, now he's in! I must not leave him so. Troy. Morosa, what means this? [Exit. He pinch'd me, call'd me names, most filthy names. Will you part hence, sir? [To Roм.] I will set ye packing. [Exit. Clar. You were indeed too broad, too violent. Flo. Here's nothing meant but mirth. Sil. The gentleman Hath been a little pleasant. Clar. Somewhat bitter Against our sex. Cast. For which I promise him, He ne'er proves choice of mine. 7 Whoop, do me no harm, good man! is the burden of an old song; it is quoted by the clown in Winter's Tale, and is mentioned in several other places. Ritson says, that the tune of the old ballad is still preserved in a collection of "Ayres for the Lute and Basse Violl, by W. Caroline, 1610." Troy. So she protested, signor. Rom. Indeed! Re-enter MOROSA. Clar. Why, you are moved, sir. A civiller companion for fair ladies, Rom. Beauties, Troy. Time prevents us, Love and sweet thoughts accompany this presence. [Exeunt TROY. and Roм. Enter OCTAVIO, SECCO, and LIVIO. Oct. (To SECCO.) Enough! slip off, and on your life be secret. [Exit SEC. A lovely day, young creatures! to you, Floria, To you, Clarella, Silvia, to all, service! But who is this fair stranger? Liv. Castamela, My sister, noble lord. Oct. Let ignorance Of what you were plead my neglect of manners, And this soft touch excuse it. You've enrich'd This little family, most excellent virgin, Which youth and active blood might stray in thought for; The companies are few, the pleasures single, Liv. Sir, I dare answer My sister's resolution. Free convérse Amongst so many of her sex, so virtuous, She ever hath preferr'd before the surquedry Of popular attendants. Cast. Well play'd, brother! Oct. The meaning of this music? It is the ladies' hour for exercise Oct. I dare not be the author [Music within. Of truanting the time then, neither will I. Oct. 'Tis a task of pleasure. Liv. Be now my sister, stand a trial bravely. Mor. (To CAST.) Remember my instructions, or [Exit, followed by LIV. FLO. CLAR. and SIL. Oct. (Detaining CAST.) With pardon, You are not of the number, I presume, yet, 8 My sister's resolution.] i. e. her settled, her confirmed opinion. Surquedry, which occurs in the next line, is used by our old writers for excess of pride, presumption, &c.; from sur and cuider, Fr. over-conceit. To be enjoin'd to hours. If you please, Of their proficience; pray, vouchsafe the favour. Cast. I am, sir, in a place to be commanded, As now the present urgeth. Oct. No compulsion, That were too hard a word; where you are sove reign, Your yea and nay is law: I have a suit t'ye. Cast. For what, sir? Oct. For your love. Cast. To whom? I am not So weary of the authority I hold Over mine own contents in sleeps and wakings, That I'd resign my liberty to any Who should controul it. Oct. Neither I intend so; Grant me an entertainment. Cast. Of what nature? Oct. To acknowledge me your creature. Cast. Oh, my lord, You are too wise in years, too full of counsel, Oct. Love, dear maid, Is but desire of beauty, and 'tis proper I am not free from passion, though the current That bounty can withhold: this académy Cast. You have, belike, then, A patent for concealing virgins; otherwise, Oct. To be pleasant In practice of some outward senses only; Cast. No worse you dare not to imagine, Has lull'd you in. I scent your cruel mercies; Your fact'ress hath been tamp'ring for my misery, Your old temptation, your she-devil :-bear with A language which this place, and none but this, hath Infected my tongue with. The time will come, too, When he, unhappy man! whom your advance ment Hath ruin'd by being spaniel to your fortunes, I must not call him brother-this one act Is check'd, it seems. Cast. A courtesy ?—a bondage: You are a great man, vicious, much more vicious, Because you hold a seeming league with charity, Of pestilent nature, keeping hospitality |