Chris. With me? Phil. Indeed I dare not stay. Hem. Sweet lady, Soldiers are blunt,—your lip. Chris. Fye, this is rudeness; [Kisses her. You went not hence such creatures. Gron. Spirit of valour Is of a mounting nature. Phil. It appears so. Pray [now], in earnest, how many men apiece Gron. 'Faith, not many; We were composed of mercy. Hem. For our daring, You heard the general's approbation Before the king. Chris. You" wish'd your country's peace;" That show'd your charity: where are your spoils, Such as the soldier fights for? Phil. They are coming. Chris. By the next carrier, are they not? Gron. Sweet Philema, When I was in the thickest of mine enemies, Phil. And all together. Gron. Then I would with a sigh remember thee, And cry, "dear Philema, 'tis for thy sake I do these deeds of wonder!"-dost not love me, With all thy heart now? Phil. Now, as heretofore. I have not put my love to use; the principal Gron. By Mars, I'll marry thee! Phil. By Vulcan, you're foresworn, Except my mind do alter strangely. Gron. One word. Chris. You lie beyond all modesty ;-forbear me. Hem. I'll make thee mistress of a city, 'tis Mine own by conquest. Chris. By petition;-sue for't In forma pauperis.--" City?" kennel.-Gallants! Chris. Practise to drill hogs, in hope To share in the acorns.-Soldiers! corncutters, tis'd More wit, or more civility, we'll rank you prac I' th' list of men; till then, brave things at arms, Dare not to speak to us,-most potent Groneas! Phil. And Hemophil the hardy-at your ser[Exeunt CHRIS. and PHIL. Gron. They scorn us as they did before we went. Hem. Hang them, let us scorn them; and be revenged. vices. Gron. Shall we? Hem. We will; and when we slight them thus, Instead of following them, they'll follow us; It is a woman's nature. Gron. Tis a scurvy one. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Gardens of the Palace. A Grove. Enter TECNICUS, and ORGILUS, disguised, like one of his Scholars. Tec. Tempt not the stars, young man, thou canst not play With the severity of fate; this change Of habit and disguise in outward view From their quick-piercing eyes, which dive at all times Down to thy thoughts: in thy aspèct I note Org. Give me leave, Grave Tecnicus, without foredooming destiny, Tec. Ah, Orgilus, Neglects in young men of delights and life, At odds with nature, that I grudge the thrift Tec. Spirit of truth inspire thee! On these conditions I conceal thy change, Org. I to contemplations, [Erit. In these delightful walks.-Thus metamorphosed, Themselves are not secure.] i. e. sure, certain: they cannot depend on the results of their own omniscience in these inquiries. Of beauty; physic yet hath never found Ha! who are those that cross you private walk Into the shadowing grove, in amorous foldings? PROPHILUS and EUPHRANEA pass by, arm in arm, and whispering. My sister; O, my sister! 'tis Euphranea Is Ithocles his friend: it strangely puzzles me.— Re-enter PROPHILUS and EUPHRANEA. Again! help me my book; this scholar's habit Must stand my privilege; my mind is busy, Mine eyes and ears are open. [Walks aside, pretending to read. Pro. Do not waste The span of this stolen time, lent by the gods 8 For precious use, in niceness. Bright Euphranea, Should I repeat old vows, or study new, For purchase of belief to my desires, Org. Desires! Pro. My service, my integrity. Org. That's better. Pro. I should but repeat a lesson Oft conn'd without a prompter, but thine eyes: My love is honourable. 8 Do not waste The span of this stolen time, lent by the gods For precious use, in niceness.] i. e. in unnecessary prc ciseness; in starting trivial and unimportant objections. |