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Nay, than I must stop your fury, I see; and pluck The tragic visor off. Come, Lady Cypris, Know your own virtues, quickly. I'll not be Put to the wooing of you thus, afresh, At every turn, for all the Venus in you. Yield, and be pliant; or by Pollux— How now? Will Lais turn a Lucrece? No, but by Castor, Hold off your Ravishers hands, I pierce your heart, else. I'll not be put to kill myself, as she did For you, sweet Tarquin. What? do you fall off? Nay, it becomes you graciously. Put not up. You'll sooner draw your weapon on me, I think it, Then on the Senate, who have cast you forth Disgracefully, to be the common tale Of the whole City; base, infamous Man: For, were you other, you would there employ Your desperate dagger. Fulvia, you do know The strengths you have upon me; Do not use Your power too like a Tyrant: I can bear, Almost until you break me. I do know, Sir, So does the Senate, too, know, you can bear. By all the Gods, that Senate will smart deep For your upbraid. I should be right sorry To have the means so to be venged on you, (At least, the will) as I shall shortly on them. But, go you on still: Fare you well, dear Lady; You could not still be faire'vnlesse you were proud. You will repent these moods, and ere't be long, too. I shall ha' you come about, again. Do you think so? Yes, and I know so. By what Augury? By the fair Entrails of the Matron's chests, Gold, Pearl, and jewels, here in Rome, which Fulvia, Will then (but late) say that she might have shared. And, grieving, miss. Tut, all your promised Mountains, And Seas, I am so stalely acquainted with—. But, when you see the universal flood Run by your coffers; that my Lords, the Senators, Are sold for slaves, their Wives for bondwomen, Their Houses, and fine Gardens given away, And all their goods, under the Spear, at outcry, And you have none of this; but are still Fulvia, Or perhaps less, while you are thinking of it: You will advise then, Coyness, with your cushion, And look o' your fingers; say, how you were wished; And so, he left, you. Call him again, Galla: This is not usual, something hangs on this That I must win out of him. How now, melt you? Come, you will laugh, now, at my easiness? But, 'tis no miracle; Doves, they say, will bill, After their pecking, and their murmuring. Yes, And then 'tis kindly. I would have my Love Angry, sometimes, to sweeten off the rest Of her behaviour. You do see, I study How I may please you, then. But you think, Curius 'tis covetise hath wrought me; If you love me Change that unkind conceit. By my loved soul, I love thee, like to it; and 'tis my study, More than mine own revenge, to make thee happy.
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Nay, then I must stop your furie, I see; and plucke The tragicke visor off. Come, Ladie Cypris, Know your owne vertues, quickly. Ile not be Put to the woing of you thus, afresh, At euery turne, for all the Venus in you. Yeeld, and be pliant; or by Pollux —How now? Will Lais turne a Lucrece? No, but by Castor, Hold off your Rauishers hands, I pierce your heart, else. Ile not be put to kill my selfe, as shee did For you, sweet Tarquine. What? doe you fall off? Nay, it becomes you graciously. Put not vp. You'll sooner draw your weapon on me, I thinke it, Then on the Senate, who haue cast you forth Disgracefully, to be the common tale Of the whole Citty; base, infamous Man: For, were you other, you would there imploy Your desperate dagger. Fuluia, you doe know The strengths you haue vpon me; Doe not vse Your power too like a Tyran: I can beare, Almost vntill you breake me. I doe know, Sir, So do's the Senate, too, know, you can beare. By all the Gods, that Senate will smart deepe For your vpbraidings. I should be right sorry To haue the meanes so to be veng'd on you, (At least, the will) as I shall shortly on them. But, goe you on still: Fare you well, deare Ladie; You could not still be faire'vnlesse you were proud. You will repent these moodes, and ere't be long, too. I shall ha' you come about, againe. Doe you thinke so? Yes, and I know so. By what Augury? By the faire Entrailes of the Matrons chests, Gold, Pearle, and Iewels, here in Rome, which Fuluia, Will then (but late) say that shee might haue shar'd. And, grieuing, misse. Tut, all your promis'd Mountaines, And Seas, I am so stalely acquainted with—. But, when you see the vniuersall floud Runne by your coffers; that my Lords, the Senators, Are sold for slaues, their Wiues for bond-women, Their Houses, and fine Gardens giuen away, And all their goods, vnder the Speare, at out-cry, And you haue none of this; but are still Fuluia, Or perhaps lesse, while you are thinking of it: You will aduise then, Coynesse, with your cushion, And looke o' your fingers; say, how you were wish'd; And so, he left, you. Call him againe, Galla: This is not vsuall, something hangs on this That I must winne out of him. How now, melt you? Come, you will laugh, now, at my easinesse? But, 'tis no miracle; Doues, they say, will bill, After their pecking, and their murmuring. Yes, And then 'tis kindly. I would haue my Loue Angry, sometimes, to sweeten off the rest Of her behauiour. You doe see, I study How I may please you, then. But you thinke, Curius Tis couetise hath wrought me; If you loue me Change that vnkinde conceipt. By my lou'd soule, I loue thee, like to it; and 'tis my study, More then mine owne reuenge, to make thee happy.