Pas. Strike me the Duchess of Valois in love with me,
With all the speed thou canst, and two of her Women.
Cu. You shall have more. [Exit.
Pas. Tell 'em I tarry for 'em.
1 Gent. Who would be angry with that walking trouble now?
That hurts none but it self?
Sold. I am better quieted.
Pas. I'll have all women-kind struck in time for me
After thirteen once:
I see this Cupid will not let me want,
And let him spend his forty shafts an hour,
They shall be all found from the Dukes Exchequer;
He's come already.
Enter again the same Cupid, two Brothers, six Women Maskers, Cupid's Bow bent all the way towards them, the first woman singing and playing, a Priest.
SONG.
Oh turn thy bow,
Thy power we feel and know,
Fair Cupid turn away thy Bow:
They be those golden Arrows,
Bring Ladies all their sorrows,
And till there be more truth in men,
Never shoot at Maid agen.
Pas. What a felicity of whores are here!
And all my Concubines struck bleeding new:
A man can in his life time make but one woman,
But he may make his fifty Queans a month.