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ACT II. S CEN. V.

Prusias with the Picture of the Widdow,
Callimachus and Philostratus after him.

Prus. Stay Villain, or thou dyest. Amongst the throng
Of more ignoble Creatures she might perish:
Yet there's no other way of winning her.
Call. Hee's at it in the very same strain.
Prus. Goe — —
Doe not, — — Why stir you not? — — Come back — — To suffer
Thus, Prusias , for that blest one, is the chief

ACT . II. S CEN. IV.

To them Timophilus, Patacion, Nicias .

— — How fares the Partner of Our Throne, Misander ?
Tim. Most Noble Citizens, his Majesty
Accepteth of your profer, and by me
Demandeth one be sent that's nam'd — —
Leu. O stay,
Chr. O speak no further!
Pyl. Speak it out aloud;
We love to hear the Accent of our Name.
Tim. He doth demand one nam'd Leucasia .

ACT II. S CEN. III.

To them Epigenes, Scedasus, Terpander .

Epig. What? you expect to hear who 'tis that's chosen?
Pyl. God bless you my good People; I perceive
You're come to do us Homage: We are Queen.
You hear the Tyrant's wonderfully taken
With us: It was none of our seeking; Fortune
Hath thrown the Dignity into our Lap.
Wee'l make your Yoak hereafter very easie.
Sced. How came your Mistris mad; Elpidia , thus?

ACT II. Scene II.

[ Pyl. ] Do we appear, and yet no Reverence seen?
Woman, you are unmanner'd.
Euth. This directed
To me, or whom?
Pyl. Is't not enough that you
Were thought so worthy by the City, as
To have your Face sent as a waiting Picture
'Mong ours, and so arrive to th' possibility
Of lying she-perdieu with some old souldier,
To save the use of Furrs and Bearskins, but
Forgetfull of your own condition

ACT. II. SCENE I.

Cal. Pox o'these easie Coxcombs! If he had
Ask'd Wives and Children too he might have had 'em.
Could not their wise simplicities stand out,
And let us conquer 'em?
Phi. I feel mine Arms
Grow stiff again: I shall employ my strength
Only in carrying up of Pasties now.
Pru. (Is she not wondrous fair? not wondrous handsome?)
Cal. We shall do nothing but drink Healths in Helmets

ACT I. S CEN. VI.

Mis. Do y' mock me with a shadow? and present
A Baby for a Goddesse? I'l proportion
Revenge unto your Crime, and leave nought else
To testifie the memory of your City,
But idle foolish Pictures, such as these.
Pata. Our City sends them not in Policy
To keep you longer off. It is not, that
They may deny you, but that you may choose;
And if it please you but to stoop so low
As to design but one of them, and make her

ACT. I. S CEN. V.

Mis. Hear you no News yet Captains from the City?
Phil. They slight your Majesty by their delaies,
Thinking to weary your desire by lingring,
Mis. I dealt too mildly with 'em, in that I
Did offer to request without the Sword:
They shall know what 'tis to delude him that
Ne'r threatned twice; whose anger then is base
When it admits that respite, as to give
A second warning.

ACT . I. S CEN. IV.

Philostratus, Callimachus, Prusias.

Phil. Now who would live in peace good Prusias ? tell me,
Is it not better far to seize your Prey
In open field, than to stand whimpring at
The Chamber door, like to the little Spaniel?
Cal. Or scratch upon the Wainscot like my Ladies
Black Cat to gain Admittance?
Phil. Here you do not
With folded Arms embrace your self, because
You can't embrace your Mistris — —

ACT . I. S CEN. III.

To them Nicias .

— — — Now Fellow!
Nic. I hope your mind is chang'd, you will not lay
Such an Injunction on your willing Servant:
You punish, not command; what could you worse,
If you did hate me?
Pyl. Dare you question what
We please to will? or carry't, or you come not
So near hereafter, as to be commanded
Again by Pyle .
Nic. 'Twere t'incense the Tyrant,

ACT I. S CEN . II.

Pyle, Elpidia.

Pyl. Three sent besides? have I so many Rivalls?
I'd thought I'd been the Phaenix of the Citty:
But men have left to judge, not I to be
What I was ever, fair, and smooth, and handsome;
Look we not bright Elpidia , and Maiestique?
Elpi. Truly sweet Mistris — —
Pyl. How, you paltry Baggage?
Sweet Mistris? when we only want the Tyrants
Approving to be Queen? call us your Grace.