Ura. Yes, pretty Maid, canst tell me any tidings of him?
Ly. I cannot tell, by what marks do you know him?
Ura. Why, by these—a tempting Face and Shape,
A Tongue bewitching soft, and Breath as sweet,
As is the welcome Breeze that does restore
Life to a Man half kill’d with heat before;
But has a Heart as false as Seas in Calms,
Smiles first to tempt, then ruins with its Storms.
Ly. Oh, fair Urania! there are many more
So like your Love, if such a one he be:
That you wou’d take each Shepherd to be he:
’.is grown the fashion now to be forsworn;
Oaths are like Garlands made of finest Flowers,
Wither as soon as finish’d;
They change their Loves as often as their Scrips,
And lay their Mistresses aside like Ribbons,
Which they themselves have sullied.
Pim. Gad, I’ll venture in—
Val. Fair Women, and so near the Camp! What are ye, and from whence?
Pim. Ha! ‘tis no matter for that; ask no Questions, but fall to.
[Goes to Lyces.
Ura. I’m not asham’d to tell the one or t’other;
I am a Maid, and one of gentle Birth,
A Scythian born, an Enemy to thee,
Not as thou art a Man, but Friend to Dacia.
Val. What Sin have I committed, that so fair a Creature should become my Enemy? but since you are so, you must be my Prisoner, unless your Eyes prevent me, and make me yours.
Pim. How, take a Woman Prisoner! I hope you are a finer Gentleman than so.