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I purs'd it up, but little reck'ning made,
Till now that this extremity compell'd:
But now I find it true; for by this means
I knew the foul enchanter though disguis'd,
Enter'd the very lime twigs of his spells,
And yet came off: if you have this about you,
(As I will give you when you. go) you may
Boldly assault the necromancer's hall;
Where if he be, with dauntless hardihood,
And brandish'd blade, rush on him, break his glass,
And shed the luscious liquor on the ground,
But seize his wand; though he and his curs'd crew
Fierce sign of battle make, and menace high,
Or like the sons of Vulcan vomit smoke,
Yet will they soon retire, if he but shrink.
El. Br. Thyrsis, lead on apace, I'll follow thee, And some good angel bear a shield before us.
The Scene changes to a stately palace, set out "with all manner of deliciousness: soft music, tables spread •with all dainties. Gomus appears with his rabble, and the Lady set in an enchanted chair, to •whom he offers his glass, -which she puts by, ami goes about to rise.
Com. Nay, lady, sit; if I but wave this wand, Your nerves are all chain'd up in alabaster,
And you a statue, or, as Daphne was,
Lad. Fool, do not boast.
Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind With all thy charms, although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled, while Heav'n sees good.
Com. Why are you vex'd, lady? why do you
Here dwell no frowns, nor anger; from these gates
Scorning the unexemp'd condition,
Lad. 'Twill not, false traitor,
'Twill not restore the truth and honesty,
Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence
Com. O foolishness of men! that lend their ears
To deck her sons; and, that no corner might
To store her children with: if all the world
Th' all-giver would be unthank'd, would be unprais'd,
Not half his riches known, and yet despis'd;
And strangled with her waste fertility;
Th' earth cumber'd, and the wing'd air dark'd
with plumes, The herds would over-multitude their lords, The sea o'erfraught would swell, and th' unsought
diamonds' Would so emblaze the forehead of the deep, And so bestud with stars, that they below Would grow inur'd to light, and come at last To gaze upon the sun with shameless brows. List, lady; be not coy, and be not cozen'd With that same vaunted name, virginity. Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current; and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss, Unsavoury in th'enjoyment of itself; r If you let slip time, like a neglected rose It withers on the stalk with languished head. Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at the workmanship; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence; coarse complexions. And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the housewife's wool. What need a vermil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morni