Part 16 (2/2)

The venture is most easie.

_Pri._ I will doe it.

_Cle._ As ye shall prosper?

_Pri._ As I shall prosper.

_Cle._ Take this too, and farewel; but first hark hither.

_Chi._ What a young wh.o.r.e's this to betray her Mistris?

A thousand Cuckolds shall that Husband be, That marries thee, thou art so mischievous.

I'le put a spoak among your wheels.

_Clean._ Be constant.

_Priest._ 'Tis done.

_Chi._ I'le doe no more at drop shot then. [_Exit_ Chilax.

_Pri._ Farewel wench. [_Exeunt Priest and_ Cleanthe.

_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._

_Enter a Servant, and_ Stremon, _at the door_.

_Servant._ He stirs, he stirs.

_Strem._ Let him, I am ready for him, He shall not this day perish, if his pa.s.sions May be fed with Musick; are they ready?

_Enter_ Memnon.

_Ser._ All, all: see where he comes.

_Strem._ I'le be straight for him. [_Exit_ Stremon.

_Enter_ Eumenes, _and Captains_.

_Ser._ How sad he looks and sullen! [_Stand close._ Here are the Captains: my fear's past now.

_Mem._ Put case i'th' other world She do not love me neither? I am old 'tis certain.

_Eumen._ His spirit is a little quieter.

_Mem._ My blood lost, and limbs stiff; my embraces Like the cold stubborn bark, h.o.a.rie, and heatless, My words worse: my fame only and atchievements Which are my strength, my blood, my youth, my fas.h.i.+on, Must wooe her, win her, wed her; that's but wind, And women are not brought to bed with shadows: I do her wrong, much wrong; she is young and blessed, Sweet as the spring, and as his blossoms tender, And I a nipping North-wind, my head hung With hails, and frostie Isicles: are the souls so too When they depart hence, lame and old, and loveless?

No sure, 'tis ever youth there; Time and Death Follow our flesh no more: and that forc'd opinion That spirits have no s.e.xes, I believe not.

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