Sy. Each man withdraw, let not a creature stay
Within large distance.
Zan. Sir!
Sy. Hence, Zanthia!
Not thou shalt hear; all stand without ear-reach
Of the soft cries nice shrinking brides do yield,
When——
Zan. But, sir——
Sy. Hence!—stay, take thy delight by steps,
Think of thy joys, and make long thy pleasures.
O silence, thou dost swallow pleasure right;
Words take away some sense from our delight.
Music! 180
Be proud, my Venus; Mercury, thy tongue;
Cupid, thy flame; ’bove all, O Hercules,
Let not thy back be wanting; for now I leap
To catch the fruit none but the gods should reap.
[Offering to leap into bed, he discovers Vangue.
Hah! can any woman turn to such a devil?
Or—or—Vangue, Vangue——
Van. Yes, yes.
Sy. Speak, slave!
How camest thou here?