Atheist's Tragedie, The - Act 1, Scene 3
Enter C ASTABELLA avoiding the importunitie of R OUSARD . Casta .
Nay, good Sir; in troth if you knew how little it pleases mee, you would forbeare it. Rous .
I will not leaue thee till thou 'st entertain'd mee for thy seruant. Casta .
My seruant! You are sicke you say. You would taxe mee of indiscretion to entertaine one that is not able to doe me seruice. Rous .
The seruice of a Gentlewoman consists most in chamber worke, and sicke men are fittest for the chamber. I pri'thee giue me a fauour. Casta .
Mee thinkes you haue a very sweet fauour of your owne. Rous .
I lacke but your blacke eye. Casta .
If you goe to buffets among the Boyes, they 'll giue you one. Rous .
Nay, if you grow bitter Ill dispraise your blacke eye. The gray eie'd Morning makes the fairest day. Casta .
Now that you dissemble not, I could be willing to giue you a fauour. What fauour would you haue? Rous .
Any toy, any light thing. Casta .
Fie! Will you be so unciuill to aske a light thing at a Gentlewoman's hand? Rous .
Wilt giue me a bracelet o' thy haire then? Casta .
Doe you want haire, Sir. Rous .
No faith, I'll want no haire, so long as I can haue it for mony. Casta .
What would you doe with my haire then? Rous .
Weare it for thy sake, sweet hart. Casta .
Doe you thinke I loue to haue my haire worne off? Rous .
Come, you are so witty now and so sensible. Casta .
Tush, I would one o' my sences now! Rous .
Bitter againe? What's that? Smelling? Casta .
No, no, no. Why now y'are satisfied I hope. I haue giuen you a fauour. Rous .
What fauour? A kisse? I pri'thee giue mee another. Casta .
Shew mee that I gaue it you then. Rous .
How should I shew it? Casta .
You are unworthie of a fauour if you will not bestow the keeping of it one minute. Rous .
Well, in plaine termes, dost loue mee? That's the purpose of my coming. Casta .
Loue you? Yes, very well. Rous .
Giue mee thy hand upon 't. Casta .
Nay, you mistake mee. If I loue you very well I must not loue you now. For now y'are not very well, y'are sicke. Rous .
This Equiuocation is for the jest now. Casta .
I speak 't as 'tis now in fashion, in earnest. But I shall not be in quiet for you I perceiue, till I haue giuen you a fauour. Doe you loue mee? Rous .
With all my hart. Casta .
Then with all my hart. I'll giue you a Jewell to hang in your eare — Harke yee — I can neuer loue you. Rous .
Call you this a Jewell to hange in mine eare? 'Tis no light fauour, for I'll be sworne it comes somewhat heauily to mee. Well, I will not leaue her for all this. Mee thinkes it animates a man to stand to 't, when a woman, desires to be rid of him at the first sight.
Nay, good Sir; in troth if you knew how little it pleases mee, you would forbeare it. Rous .
I will not leaue thee till thou 'st entertain'd mee for thy seruant. Casta .
My seruant! You are sicke you say. You would taxe mee of indiscretion to entertaine one that is not able to doe me seruice. Rous .
The seruice of a Gentlewoman consists most in chamber worke, and sicke men are fittest for the chamber. I pri'thee giue me a fauour. Casta .
Mee thinkes you haue a very sweet fauour of your owne. Rous .
I lacke but your blacke eye. Casta .
If you goe to buffets among the Boyes, they 'll giue you one. Rous .
Nay, if you grow bitter Ill dispraise your blacke eye. The gray eie'd Morning makes the fairest day. Casta .
Now that you dissemble not, I could be willing to giue you a fauour. What fauour would you haue? Rous .
Any toy, any light thing. Casta .
Fie! Will you be so unciuill to aske a light thing at a Gentlewoman's hand? Rous .
Wilt giue me a bracelet o' thy haire then? Casta .
Doe you want haire, Sir. Rous .
No faith, I'll want no haire, so long as I can haue it for mony. Casta .
What would you doe with my haire then? Rous .
Weare it for thy sake, sweet hart. Casta .
Doe you thinke I loue to haue my haire worne off? Rous .
Come, you are so witty now and so sensible. Casta .
Tush, I would one o' my sences now! Rous .
Bitter againe? What's that? Smelling? Casta .
No, no, no. Why now y'are satisfied I hope. I haue giuen you a fauour. Rous .
What fauour? A kisse? I pri'thee giue mee another. Casta .
Shew mee that I gaue it you then. Rous .
How should I shew it? Casta .
You are unworthie of a fauour if you will not bestow the keeping of it one minute. Rous .
Well, in plaine termes, dost loue mee? That's the purpose of my coming. Casta .
Loue you? Yes, very well. Rous .
Giue mee thy hand upon 't. Casta .
Nay, you mistake mee. If I loue you very well I must not loue you now. For now y'are not very well, y'are sicke. Rous .
This Equiuocation is for the jest now. Casta .
I speak 't as 'tis now in fashion, in earnest. But I shall not be in quiet for you I perceiue, till I haue giuen you a fauour. Doe you loue mee? Rous .
With all my hart. Casta .
Then with all my hart. I'll giue you a Jewell to hang in your eare — Harke yee — I can neuer loue you. Rous .
Call you this a Jewell to hange in mine eare? 'Tis no light fauour, for I'll be sworne it comes somewhat heauily to mee. Well, I will not leaue her for all this. Mee thinkes it animates a man to stand to 't, when a woman, desires to be rid of him at the first sight.
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