Lam. Your nothing, light as yourself, senseless as your sex, and just as you would ha’ me—nothing.
Mel. Your wit skips a morisco; but, by the brightest spangle of my tire, I vouchsafe you entire unaffected favour.
Wear this, gentle spirit, be not proud;
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Lam. My soul’s entranced; your favour doth transport
My sense past sense, by your adorèd graces;
I doat, am rapt!
Mel. Nay, if you fall to passion and past sense,
My breast’s no harbour for your love. Go, pack! hence!
Qua. Uds fut! thou gull! thou inky scholar! Ha, thou whoreson fop!
Wilt not thou clap into our fashion’d gallantry?
Couldst not be proud and scornful, loose and vain?
God’s my heart’s object! what a plague is this?
My soul’s entranced! Fut! couldst not clip and kiss?
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Lost, lost. My soul’s entranced! Love’s life, O beast!
Alb. [without]. Celia, open; open, Celia: I would enter: open, Celia!
Fran. [without]. Celia, open; open, Celia: I would enter: open, Celia!
Alb. [without]. What, Celia, let in thy husband, Albano: what, Celia!
Fran. [without]. What, Celia, let in thy husband, Albano: what, Celia! 280