Asp. ’Twill make the story, wrong’d by wanton poets,
Live long, and be believed. But where’s the lady?

Ant. There, madam.

Asp. Fie! you have miss’d it here, Antiphila;
You are much mistaken, wench:
These colours are not dull and pale enough
To show a soul so full of misery
As this sad lady’s was. Do it by me;
Do it again, by me, the lost Aspatia,
And you shall find all true but the wild island.
Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now,
Mine arms thus, and mine hair blown with the wind,
Wild as that desart; and let all about me
Be teachers of my story. Do my face
(If thou hadst ever feeling of a sorrow)
Thus, thus, Antiphila: Strive to make me look
Like Sorrow’s monument! And the trees about me,
Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks
Groan with continual surges; and, behind me,
Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!
A miserable life of this poor picture!

Olym. Dear madam!

Asp. I have done. Sit down; and let us
Upon that point fix all our eyes; that point there.
Make a dull silence, till you feel a sudden sadness
Give us new souls.

Enter CALIANAX.

Cal. The king may do this, and he may not do it:
My child is wrong’d, disgraced.—Well, how now,
huswives!
What, at your ease? Is this a time to sit still?
Up, you young lazy whores, up, or I’ll swinge you!

Olym. Nay, good my lord.

Cal. You’ll lie down shortly. Get you in, and work!
What, are you grown so resty you want heats?
We shall have some of the court-boys heat you shortly.

Ant. My lord, we do no more than we are charged.
It is the lady’s pleasure we be thus
In grief: she is forsaken.

Cal. There’s a rogue too! A young dissembling slave! Well, get you in!
I’ll have a bout with that boy. ’Tis high time
Now to be valiant; I confess my youth
Was never prone that way. What, made an ass?
A court- stale? Well, I will be valiant,
And beat some dozen of these whelps; I will!
And there’s another of ’em, a trim cheating soldier;
I’ll maul that rascal; he has out-braved me twice:
But now, I thank the gods, I am valiant.—
Go, get you in! I’ll take a course with all.

[Exeunt.


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