Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 2. Scene 5


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
Of all thy Glories.
Phil. Look, the Widdows Picture!
Prus. I wonder his affection would permit
His Art to shew it self in such a Peece.
Could he gaze so long on as to pourtray,
And have so little flame, as not to love?
Cal. Yes verily I think he could. Must you
Be doting on a Picture too?
Pru. Take't hence.
I have her here.
Phil. Then thou'st a Fury there.
Pru. O! I do feel something that is not Lust.
Cal. In good troth so do I; a perfect hate.
You are the Man for tender Maidenheads —
Ph. — — That would not venture on a season'd Widdow — —
Cal. — — For a whole Kingdom Sir.
Prus. Say what you will.
Phi. She is the verier Picture of the two.
Cal. She hath as many Colours in her face,
As that Board hath.
Phi. Thou err'st to call 'em Colours.
Cal. True! they turn Morter when th' are there.
Pru. Say on,
I'l suffer any thing.
Phil. Shee's — — let me see — —
Cal. An Hag, a Witch, a Fury, ne'r stick at it.
Pru. Here, hold my Sword — — give't me again — — she hath
A fair white skin — —
Phi. — — A mangy gross thick hide.
Pru. Most Amber Tresses — —
Cal. A most ugly Maine.
Pru. Lips decent, and most fit — —
Phil. To sweep a Manger — —
Cal. — — Which she doth open like a pair of Gates — —
Phi. — — And then claps down her teeth like a Percullis.
Pru. Neat Leg and Foot — —
Cal. Most durty Hocks, and Hoofs.
Pru. Descended from some King — —
Phi. Some antient Cart-horse.
Pru. A sprightly Goddess — —
Cal. A foule durty Beast.
Pru. Her Eyes like Suns — —
Phi. — — Draw vapours from her Breath — —
Cal. — — Which in her Nose, as in the middle Region — —
Phi. — — Are turn'd to ominous Comets.
Pru. Pray leave me — —
Yet now I think on't don't — — How every smile
Shews us — —
Cal. — — The sign o'th' Mouth!
Pru. Let m' have some Musick
Gentle Callimachus — —
Phi. How every gaping — —
Pru. Prethee Philostratus let me have none.
Cal. — — Betraies her Teeth, which stand one by another — —
Ph. — — As if that they were Cloves stuck in an Orenge.
Cal. Joy, Prusias , Joy: though thou be strucken blind — —
Phi. — — Thou yet canst see her Picture in thy Mind.
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