Part 7 (2/2)

_Mem._ And as a faithful man: Nay I dare trust thee, I love the Princess.

_Si._ There 'tis, that has fired him, I knew he had some inspiration.

But does she know it, Sir?

_Mem._ Yes marry does she, I have given my heart unto her.

_Si._ If ye love her.

_Mem._ Nay, understand me, my heart taken from me, Out of my Body, man, and so brought to her.

How lik'st thou that brave offer? there's the love I told thee of; and after death, the living; She must in justice come Boy, ha?

_Si._ Your heart, Sir?

_Mem._ I, so by all means, _Siphax_.

_Si._ He loves roast well That eats the Spit.

_Mem._ And since thou art come thus fitly, I'll do it presently and thou shalt carry it, For thou canst tell a story and describe it.

And I conjure thee, _Siphax_, by thy gentry, Next by the glorious Battels we have fought in, By all the dangers, wounds, heats, colds, distresses, Thy love next, and obedience, nay thy life.

_Si._ But one thing, first, Sir, if she pleas'd to grant it, Could ye not love her here and live? consider.

_Mem._ Ha? Yes, I think I could.

_Si._ 'Twould be far nearer, Besides the sweets here would induce the last love And link it in.

_Mem._ Thou sayest right, but our ranks here And bloods are bars between us, she must stand off too As I perceive she does.

_Si._ Desert and Duty Makes even all, Sir.

_Mem._ Then the King, though I Have merited as much as man can, must not let her, So many Princes covetous of her beauty; I wou'd with all my heart, but 'tis impossible.

_Si._ Why, say she marry after.

_Mem._ No, she dares not; The G.o.ds dare not do ill; come.

_Si._ Do you mean it?

_Mem._ Lend me thy knife, and help me off.

_Si._ For heaven sake, Be not so stupid mad, dear General.

_Mem._ Dispatch, I say.

_Si._ As ye love that ye look for, Heaven and the blessed life.

_Mem._ h.e.l.l take thee, c.o.xcomb, Why dost thou keep me from it? thy knife I say.

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