Bon. Soe, rest there, [Put up.
Ere thou beest drawne were the whole sex reduced
To one, left only to preserve earths store,
In the defence of women; who,[67] but that
The mothers virtues stands betweene heavens Justice
Would for the daughters unexampled sinne
Be by some soddaine Judgment swept from earth
As creatures too infectious. Gentle freind,
An humor, heavy as my soule was steep'd
In Lethe, seases on me and I feare
My passion will inforce me to transgresse
Manhood; I would not have thee see me weepe;
I prethee leave mee, solitude will suite
Best with my anguish. [_Sitt downe.
Tho_. Your good Genius keepe you. [Exit.
[Enter Belisea.]
Bel. Why have you staid thus long?
Young Crackby and his friend are newly up
And have bin with us. My sister has had
The modest bout with them: 'tis such a wench.
Are you a sleepe? why doe you not looke up?
What muse you on?
Bon. Faith, I was thinking where In the whole world to find an honest woman.
Bel. An excellent meditation! What doe you take me for, my Mother and my Sister?
Bon. You alway excepted; tis but melancholly; Prethee bestow a kisse upon me, love; Perchance that will expell it.
Bel. If your cure be wrought soe easily, pittie you should perish for want of physick. [Kiss him.
Bon. She kisses as sheed wont; were she unchast,
Surely her breath would like a Stigian mist
Or some contagious vapor blast me; but
'Tis sweet as Indian balme, and from her lips
Distills[68] a moisture pretious as the Dew
The amorous bounty of the wholesome morne
Throwes on rose buds; her cheeks are fresh and pure
As the chast ayre that circumscribes them, yet
Theres that within her renders her as foule
As the deformed'st Ethiope.
Bel. Whats the matter? Why do you staire so on me?