Part 19 (2/2)
_Mess._ Letters from warlike _Pelius_.
_King._ Yet more troubles?
The _Spartans_ are in Arms, and like to win all: Supplies are sent for, and the General; This is more cross than t'other; come let's to him, For he must have her, 'tis necessity, Or we must lose our honours, let's plead all, For more than all is needful, shew all reason If love can hear o' that side, if she yield We have fought best, and won the n.o.blest field. [_Exeunt._
_Enter_ Eumenes, _Captains_, Stremon.
_1 Cap._ I have brought the wench, a l.u.s.ty wench, And somewhat like the Princess.
_Eumen._ 'Tis the better, let's see her, And go you in and tell him, that her Grace Is come to visit him: how sleeps he _Stremon_?
_Stre._ He cannot, only thinks, and calls on _Polydor_, Swears he will not be fool'd; sometimes he rages, And sometimes sits and muses. [_Exit_ Stremon.
_Enter_ Wh.o.r.e, _and_ Captain.
_Eume._ He's past all help sure?
How do ye like her?
_2 Capt._ By th' ma.s.s a good round Virgin, And at first sight resembling, she is well cloath'd too.
_Eume._ But is she sound?
_2 Cap._ Of wind and limb, I warrant her.
_Eume._ You are instructed Lady?
_Who._ Yes, and know, Sir, How to behave my self, ne're fear.
_Eume._ _Polybius_, Where did he get this Vermin?
_1 Capt._ Hang him Badger, There's not a hole free from him, wh.o.r.es and wh.o.r.es mates Do all pay him obedience.
_Eume._ Indeed i'th' War, His quarter was all Wh.o.r.e, Wh.o.r.e upon Wh.o.r.e, And lin'd with Wh.o.r.e; beshrew me 'tis a fair Wh.o.r.e.
_1 Capt._ She has smockt away her blood; but fair or foul, Or blind or lame, that can but lift her leg up, Comes not amiss to him, he rides like a night Mare, All Ages, all Religions.
_Eume._ Can ye state it?
_Who._ I'le make a s.h.i.+ft.
_Eume._ He must lie with ye, Lady.
_Who._ Let him, [h]e's not the first man I have lain with, Nor shall not be the last.
_Enter_ Memnon.
_2 Capt._ He comes, no more words, She has her lesson throughly; how he views her!
_Eumen._ Go forward now, so, bravely, stand!
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