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Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 4. Scene 7

ACT . IV. S CEN. VII.

To them Prusias .

— — Save you valiant Prusias .
God give you joy Sir of your handsome Widdow;
Poor Soldiers can get nothing; your three legs
And five Similitudes have done the Deed.
I'l leave you to your Beauty.
Pyl . How now Servant,
I see y' are Constant.
Pru . 'Tis your Vertue makes me.
Pyl . Do not you call my Gold my Vertue Sir?
Are not my Bags good Manners? and my Jewels

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 4. Scene 6

ACT IV. S CEN. VI.

Pyle, Philostratus.

Pyl . No, no, I sent your Plot; it is my Wealth
You aim at, not my Person. You've a mind
To join your self to twenty thousand Crowns.
Phi . Would — —
Pyl . — — Now you'l wish I know, you ne'r might wear
Foul Linnen more, never be lowzy agen,
Nor iy Perdue with the fat Sutlers Wife,
In the provoking Vertue of dead horse,
Your dear delights, and rare Camp Pleasures.

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 4. Scene 5

ACT . IV. S CEN. V.

To them Eudemus .

Pyl. Eudemus ! You are welcome; I forestall
Your business, you are come t' invite me to
Your Daughters Marriage.
Eud . Call it not her Marriage,
It is her Death, her Execution.
You'd make a fitter Queen by far than she.
Pyl . Nature, 'tis true, intended us for Queen;
And 'tis her wrong, not ours, that wee're neglected.

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 4. Scene 4

ACT . IV. S CEN. IV.

Pyle, Elpidia.

Pyl . Now see you carry this as I have taught you,
And when I come to th' Throne I wil procure you
An Husband to your Mind; some Elder Brother
That wants some six or seven Grains of Wit,
Besides his ord'nary Allowance.
Elp . Truly
I never blab'd as yet you know; if they
Should offer but to question me, I would
Look sweetly on 'em, & forswear it strongly.

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 4. Scene 3

ACT . IV. S CEN. III.

Timophilus, Patacion, Cleodemus, Scedasus; They
are met by Eudemus .

Tim . Most opportunely met, Eudemus ; you
I know desire the common good, and never
Had a particular Interest that did
Run cross to that.
Eud . What is your Lordships meaning?
Cleo . If you'l preserve the Liberty of your City,
There is a way now profer'd you: Misander
Desires your Daughter.

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 4. Scene 2

ACT. IV. S CEN. II.

Pyle , and Prusias .

Pyl . You have no hopes then to be King?
Pru . My Title
Is but infirm to th' Crown, All the bloud Royall
That I have in me came by sucking of
His Majesties finger when he cut it once.
But for Nobility I've all the Signs of 't.
Pyl . You rate your looks, perhaps, have faces of
All prizes, pay your debts with Countenance:

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 4. Scene 1

ACT . IV. S CEN . I.

Phi . Though I am sorry for that great misfortune
Leucasia hath receiv'd, yet in respect
I come t' enjoy your Countenance by it.
I cannot wish't undone.
Pyl . It was a Judgment
From Heav'n upon her, cause she profer'd to
Ascend that Bed was only due to me.
Cal . I do confess your Vertues do deserve
Rule, and Dominion; but they'l shew as fair
And gracefull in Despising it, as e'r

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 3. Scene 7

ACT III. S CEN . VII.

Tim . Most Noble Citizens, 'tis very kindly
Done of you, thus to visit your faire Virgin.
Eud . Perhaps you think to complement us out
Of our revenge; where are your Swords? your Weapons?
Tim . There, in that Chair.
Eud . This meerly is a Plot.
Cle . I would Misander did dissemble only!
Alas! the Passion is too true. I wrong it

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 3. Scene 6

ACT . III. S CEN . VI.

Sced . What Policy is this and't please the Gods?
Ter . The sign o'th' Tyrant gazing on the Virgin.
Nic . Here's more work for my Pencill than my Sword.
Eud . What? stand you fix'd as he? I thought there would
Have been that loyall strife who should have first
Let out that Bloud that covets yours.
Epig . Shall we
Fight with a Statue?

Siege, The: Or, Love's Convert, A Tragi-Comedy - Act 3. Scene 5

ACT III. S CEN. V.

To him a Boy in the habit of a Virgin . Leucasia
discover'd in a Chair, and Euthalpe by her .

Mis. I know, for my sake, that she hates all Men;
Who're therfore Miserable 'cause she hates them.
So that I've brought a Curse o'r half the world
By this one single Action. Prethee sing,
And try if in this habit thou canst wooe
Her weary thoughts into a gentle slumber.

Song. Boy.

Seal up her Eyes, O Sleep, but flow

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