Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 484 words
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Anteros Stay, we will see the end of this. Fie, fie, Hell is broke loose upon me: all her furies Are come at once t'assault me. Ah Cleopes! She lives again, O miracle of women! Where art thou Cleopes? Oh hated name, Enough t'infect the world, but that it comes Out of those lips. Speak Constantina. What have I to do With light or heaven? I will not live. O me! she swounds again. Why do you rub her head And face so much, you foolish woman you? Let me alone, I'll find her wound I warrant you. Forbear, or I'll find that Swine's face of yours. I am too bad for hell, they'll not receive me, They are afraid I should infect those souls, Those virtuous souls which do inhabit there. Art thou not softened yet Neander? Ha? Hadst thou an heart cut out o'th' Diamond rock, Sure this would melt it. O my Cleopes! What will you give sir, and I will let you Shift for yourself? What thou deservest villain. Half part, or else she shall not go. Take half. I will divide my gifts betwixt ye— there. Thou Temple of Virtue, fairest Constantina.— Oh I shall die again if I see him. But will you live if I do presently Make a divorce betwixt you and Neander? And place you in the arms of him you so Love, and adore, your Cleopes? You cannot. thou'rt all divinity, indeed I cannot. See where Pandora comes; but now I can. Behold my Lucius. Nay, I will still persist to follow thee Basest of men. Good father. Suffer him; His tongue has learned the palsy from his hands; Alas he's old, and must be pardoned for't. But what imports this multitude? and see Neander With his Boy-bride. Pandora, sweetest Lady— another tempest! where shall I shelter me? By all the joys in Love, by all the sorrows, By all his Roses, and his Wormwood, take Thy thoughts from me, and let them doubled fall Upon my friend Neander.— Fairest foul, Do but contemplate that most curious frame Of man, in what a pleasing harmony Nature has married all those provinces His limbs together: view but his sparkling eye, And read divinity there; look on his hair, Survey his face, and fee how Majesty And sweetness there do strive for victory, And still the issue's doubtful. Lucius, Thou shalt not overcome; disguise farewell. O thou that art the shame of all thy sex, Fair Constantina, yet not half so fair As virtuous, here behold thy Cleopes; Neander's vanished; why do you wonder so? I do confess I loved that Gentlewoman, And for her love I took on this disguise, And here for thine I put it off again, And on my bended knee do beg my pardon For all the wrong I've done thee Cleopes! It is a miracle: but the bonds, the living.
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Anteros Stay, we will ſee the end of this. Fye, fye, Hell is broke looſe upon me: all her furies Are come at once t'aſſault me. Ah Cleopes! She lives againe, O miracle of women! Where art thou Cleopes? Oh hated name, Enough t'infect the world, but that it comes Out of thoſe lipps. Speake Conſtantina. What haue I to doe With light or heaven? I will not live. O me! Shee ſwounds againe. Why doe you rub her head And face ſo much, you fooliſh woman you? Let me alone, I'le find her wound I warrant you. Forbeare, or I'le find that ſwines face of yours. I am too bad for hell, they'l not receiue me, They are afraid I ſhould infect thoſe ſoules, Thoſe vertuous ſoules which doe inhabit there. Art thou not ſoftned yet Neander? Ha? Hadſt thou an heart cut out 'oth Diamond rocke, Sure this would melt it. O my Cleopes! What will you giue ſir, and I will let you Shift for your ſelfe? What thou deſerveſt villaine. Halfe part, or elſe ſhe ſhall not go. Take halfe. I will divide my gifts betwixt yee — there. Thou Temple of Vertue, fayreſt Conſtantina. — Oh I ſhall die againe if I ſee him. But will you liue if I doe preſently Make a divorce betwixt you and Neander? And place you in the armes of him you ſo Loue, and adore, your Cleopes? You cannot. Thou'rt all divinitie, indeed I cannot. See where Pandora comes; but now I can. Behold my Lucius. Nay, I will ſtill perſiſt to follow thee Baſeſt of men. Good father. Suffer him; His tongue has learn'd the palſie from his hands; Alas hee's old, and muſt bee pardon'd for't. But what imports this multitude? and ſee Neander With his Boy-bride. Pandora, ſweeteſt Lady — An other tempeſt! where ſhall I ſhelter me? By all the joyes in Loue, by all the ſorrowes, By all his Roſes, and his Worme-wood, take Thy thoughts from me, and let them doubled fall Vpon my friend Neander. —Faireſt foule, Doe but contemplate that moſt curious frame Of man, in what a pleaſing harmonie Nature has marryed all thoſe provinces His limbes together: view but his ſparkling eye, And reade divinitie there; looke on his hayre, Survey his face, and fee how Majeſtie And ſweetneſſe there doe ſtriue for victory, And ſtill the iſſue's doubtfull. Lucius, Thou ſhalt not overcome; diſguiſe farewell. O thou that art the ſhame of all thy ſexe, Faire Constantina, yet not halfe ſo faire As vertuous, here behold thy Cleopes; Neander's vaniſh'd; why doe you wonder ſo? I doe confeſſe I lou'd that Gentlewoman, And for her loue I tooke on this diſguiſe, And here for thine I put it off againe, And on my bended knee doe begg my pardon For all the wrong I'ue done thee Cleopes! It is a miracle: but the bonds, the living.