Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs · 477 words
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O heavens! 'tis he, most happy Constantina! My Cleopes? grant me some respite joy Before thou kill'st me— Oh my Cleopes! Whom do I embrace? into whose arms am I fallen? O constant virgin! But how shall I hereafter Give any credit to my senses? O Placenta, courteous Midwife, pray thee tell me, Where am I now? in heaven? Bridle your passion. Am I myself? or do I dream all this? Lucius, take truce with wonder, I am Cleopes, And I do hope though now I wear that name, As dear to thee as when I heard Neander. You may remember whenas first the beauty Of fair Pandora did attract your eyes To wonder, and to love, that I was then A busy wooer unto Constantina: But so it pleased Cupid, that while I Drew out a languishing and lukewarm suit To her, the vigour of Pandora's beams, (As doth the Sun unto our culinary fire) Did quite extinguish that same petty flame. Thinking it vain t'attempt her in that shape, I presently did take some discontent, And feigned a journey into Belgia, And not long after took on this disguise, And returned hither; where I have remained Your Rival, and capital friend together: And (which I wonder at the most) unknown: You have my Metamorphosis. But sweet, How cam'st thou 'pray thee, unto Mr Lively? And by what tricks did he inveigle thee Unto this contract, since thou didst not know That Cleopes was there invisible? My better Genius, you shall hear within The story whole, it is too tedious To be told here. But now Pandora, why Stand you so dully here, and do not fly Into his strict embraces, who alone Loves you, and who alone deserves your love? Do I love her? do I deserve her love? Hast thou (sweet friend) for me forsaken her, Whom thou didst prize 'bove thine own proper soul? And now hast married her whom thou didst fly? And all for my sake, and shall I thus repay thee? But for her love thou ne'er hadst been Neander; And but for mine hadst been Neander still; Friend Cleopes, or if thou wilt Neander, (Under both titles most beloved of me) Was she all Venus; did each hair of hers Fetter a Love, were there as many Cupid's That hovered o'er her head, as there be lights Which guild yond Marble roof, by them I swear, By all that's Sacred, by whatever flies The touch of mortal eye, I swear again, I would disclaim her and her love for ever. Troth Lucius, I do pity you, that do Spend so much breath unto so little end, What need all these deep protestations? I care not this for all your love, nor yet For your friend Ianus there with the two faces; Nor do I think ye men. So quickly?
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O heavens! 'tis he, moſt happy Conſtantina! My Cleopes? grant me ſome reſpite joy Before thou kilſt me — Oh my Cleopes! Whom doe I embrace? into whoſe armes am I fallen? O conſtant virgin! But how ſhall I hereafter Giue any credit to my ſenſes? O Placenta, courteous Midwife, pray thee tell mee, Where am I now? in heaven? Bridle your paſſion. Am I my ſelfe? or doe I dreame all this? Lucius, take truce with wonder, I am Cleopes, And I doe hope though now I weare that name, As deare to thee as when I heard Neander. You may remember when as firſt the beautie Of fayre Pandora did attract your eyes To wonder, and to loue, that I was then A buſie wooer unto Constantina: But ſo it pleaſed Cupid, that while I Drew out a languiſhing and luke-warme ſuit To her, the vigour of Pandora's beames, (As doth the Sun unto our culinar fire) Did quite extinguiſh that ſame petty flame. Thinking it vaine t'attempt her in that ſhape, I preſently did take ſome diſcontent, And fain'd a journey into Belgia, And not long after tooke on this diſguiſe, And return'd hither; where I haue remain'd Your Rivall, and capitall friend together: And (which I wonder at the moſt) unknowne: You haue my Metamorphoſis. But ſweet, How cam'ſt thou 'pray thee, unto Mr Liuely? And by what trickes did he inveagle thee Vnto this contract, ſince thou didſt not know That Cleopes was there inviſible? My better Genius, you ſhall heare within The ſtory whole, it is too tedious To be told here. But now Pandora, why Stand you ſo dully here, and doe not flie Into his ſtrict embraces, who alone Loues you, and who alone deſerues your loue? Doe I loue her? doe I deſerue her loue? Haſt thou (ſweet friend) for me forſaken her, Whom thou didſt prize 'boue thine owne proper ſoule? And now haſt married her whom thou didſt flie? And all for my ſake, and ſhall I thus repay thee? But for her loue thou ne're hadſt been Neander; And but for mine hadſt been Neander ſtill; Friend Cleopes, or if thou wilt Neander, (Vnder both titles moſt belov'd of me) Was ſhee all Venus; did each hayre of hers Fetter a Loue, were there as many Cupids That hover'd o'e her head, as there be lights VVhich guild yon Marble roofe, by them I ſweare, By all that's Sacred, by what ever flyes The touch of mortall eye, I ſweare againe, I would diſclaime her and her loue for ever. Troth Lucius, I doe pitie you, that do Spend ſo much breath unto ſo little end, VVhat need all theſe deepe proteſtations? I care not this for all your loue, nor yet For your friend Ianus there with the two faces; Nor do I think ye men. So quickly?