Chi. Have ye more pensioners? the Princess woman?
Nay then I'le stay a little, what game's a foot now?
Clean. Now is the time.
Chi. A rank bawd by this hand too,
She grinds o' both sides: hey boyes.
Priest. How, your Brother Siphax?
Loves he the Princess?
Cle. Deadlie, and you know
He is a Gentleman descended noblie.
Chi. But a rank knave as ever pist.
Cle. Hold Mother,
Here's more gold and some jewells.
Chi. Here's no villany,
I am glad I came toth' hearing.
Priest. Alas Daughter,
What would ye have me doe?
Chi. Hold off ye old whore;
There's more gold coming; all's mine, all.
Cle. Do ye shrink now,
Did ye not promise faithfully, and told me
Through any danger?
Pri. Any I can wade through.
Cle. Ye shall and easily, the sin not seen neither,
Here's for a better stole and a new vail mother:
Come, ye shall be my friend.
Chi. If all hit, hang me,
I'le make ye richer than the Goddess.
Pri. Say then,
I am yours, what must I doe?
Cle. I'th' morning
But very early, will the Princess visit
The Temple of the Goddess, being troubled
With strange things that distract her: from the Oracle
(Being strongly too in love) she will demand
The Goddess pleasure, and a Man to cure her,
That Oracle you give: describe my Brother,
You know him perfectly.
Pri. I have seen him often.
Cle. And charge her take the next man she shall meet with
When she comes out: you understand me.
Priest. Well.
Cle. Which shall be he attending; this is all,
And easily without suspicion ended,
Nor none dare disobey, 'tis Heaven that does it,
And who dares cross it then, or once suspect it?
The venture is most easie.
Pri. I will doe it.
Cle. As ye shall prosper?
Pri. As I shall prosper.
Cle. Take this too, and farewel; but first hark hither.
Chi. What a young whore's this to betray her Mistris?
A thousand Cuckolds shall that Husband be,
That marries thee, thou art so mischievous.
I'le put a spoak among your wheels.
Clean. Be constant.
Priest. 'Tis done.
Chi. I'le doe no more at drop shot then. [Exit Chilax.
Pri. Farewel wench. [Exeunt Priest and Cleanthe.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter a Servant, and Stremon, at the door.
Servant. He stirs, he stirs.
Strem. Let him, I am ready for him,
He shall not this day perish, if his passions
May be fed with Musick; are they ready?
Enter Memnon.
Ser. All, all: see where he comes.
Strem. I'le be straight for him. [Exit Stremon.
Enter Eumenes, and Captains.
Ser. How sad he looks and sullen! [Stand close.
Here are the Captains: my fear's past now.
Mem. Put case i'th' other world
She do not love me neither? I am old 'tis certain.
Eumen. His spirit is a little quieter.
Mem. My blood lost, and limbs stiff; my embraces
Like the cold stubborn bark, hoarie, and heatless,
My words worse: my fame only and atchievements
Which are my strength, my blood, my youth, my fashion,
Must wooe her, win her, wed her; that's but wind,
And women are not brought to bed with shadows:
I do her wrong, much wrong; she is young and blessed,
Sweet as the spring, and as his blossoms tender,
And I a nipping North-wind, my head hung
With hails, and frostie Isicles: are the souls so too
When they depart hence, lame and old, and loveless?
No sure, 'tis ever youth there; Time and Death
Follow our flesh no more: and that forc'd opinion
That spirits have no sexes, I believe not.
Enter Stremon, like Orpheus.