Jac. St James for me: Come, start, sir.
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Damon.Celimena, of my heart None shall e'er bereave you: If, with your good leave, I may Quarrel with you once a day, I will never leave you.
Celimena.Passion's but an empty name, Where respect is wanting: Damon, you mistake your aim; Hang your heart, and burn your flame, If you must be ranting.
Damon.Love as dull and muddy is, As decaying liquor: Anger sets it on the lees, And refines it by degrees, Till it works the quicker.
Celimena.Love by quarrels to beget Wisely you endeavour; With a grave physician's wit, Who, to cure an ague fit, Put me in a fever.
Damon.Anger rouses love to fight, And his only bait is, 'Tis the spur to dull delight, And is but an eager bite, When desire at height is.
Celimena.If such drops of heat can fall In our wooing weather; If such drops of heat can fall, We shall have the devil and all When we come together.