SCENE I. Waltham Forest .
Enter JASPER and LUCE.
Jasp . Come, my dear dear; though we have lost our way
We have not lost ourselves. Are you not weary
this nights wandering, broken from your rest,
And frighted with the terror that attends
The darkness of
this wild unpeopled place?
Luce . No, my best friend; I cannot either fear,
Or entertain a weary thought, whilst you
(The end of all
my full desires) stand by me:
Let them that lose their hopes, and live to languish
Amongst the number
of forsaken lovers,
Tell the long weary steps, and number time,
Start at a shadow, and shrink up their
Whilst I (possessed with all content and quiet)
Thus take my pretty love, and this embrace him.
Jasp . You have caught me, Luce, so fast, that, whilst I live,
I shall become your faithful prisoner,
wear these chains for ever. Come, sit down,
And rest your body, too, too delicate
For these disturbances.
[They sit down .] So: will you sleep?
Come, do not be more able than you are;
I know you are not skilful
in these watches,
For women are no soldiers: be not nice,
But take it; sleep, I say.
Luce . I cannot sleep;
Indeed, I cannot, friend.
Jasp . Why, then, well sing,
And try how that will work upon our senses.
Luce . Ill sing, or say, or any thing but sleep.
Jasp . Come, little mermaid, rob me of my heart
With that enchanting voice.
Luce . You mock me, Jasper.
[They sing .
Jasp . Tell me, dearest, what is love?
Luce . Tis a lightning from above;
Tis an arrow, tis a fire,
boy they call Desire;
Tis a smile
Jasp . The poor hearts of men that prove.
Tell me more, are
Luce . Some love change, and so do you.
Jasp . Are they fair and never kind?
Luce . Yes,
when men turn with the wind.
Jasp . Are they froward?
Luce . Ever toward
Those that love, to love anew.
Jasp . Dissemble it no more; I see the god
Of heavy sleep lay on his heavy mace
Upon your eyelids.
Luce . I am very heavy.
Jasp . Sleep, sleep; and quiet rest crown thy sweet thoughts!
Keep from her fair blood distempers, startings,
and fearful shapes! let all her dreams
Be joys, and chaste delights, embraces, wishes,
And such new
pleasures as the ravished soul
Gives to the senses!So; my charms have took.
Keep her, you powers
divine, whilst I contemplate
Upon the wealth and beauty of her mind!
She is only fair and constant, only
And only to thee, Jasper. Oh, my joys!
Whither will you transport me? let not fulness
Of my poor
buried hopes come up together
And overcharge my spirits! I am weak.
Some say (however ill) the sea
Are governed by the moon; both ebb and flow,
Both full of changes; yet to them that know,
truly judge, these but opinions are,
And heresies, to bring on pleasing war
Between our tempers, that
without these were
Both void of after-love and present fear,
Which are the best of Cupid. Oh, thou child
from despair, I dare not entertain thee,
Having a love without the faults of women,
And greater in her