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_Pr._ I'll keep it for ye; when?
_Cle._ To morrow morning I'll visit ye again; and when occasion Offers it self--
_Pr._ Instruct me, and have at ye.
_Cle._ Farewel till then; be sure.
_Pri._ As your own thoughts, Lady.
_Cle._ 'Tis a main work, and full of fear. [_Exit Cle._
_Pri._ Fools only Make their effects seem fearful, farewell daughter.
This gold was well got for my old tuff Souldier, Now I shall be his sweet again; what business Is this she has a foot? some l.u.s.ty lover Beyond her line, the young Wench would fain piddle, A little to revive her must be thought of, 'Tis even so, she must have it; but how by my means, A Devil, can she drive it? I that wait still Before the G.o.ddess, giving Oracle, How can I profit her? 'tis her own project, And if she cast it false, her own fault be it. [_Exit_ Priest.
_Enter_ Polydore, Eumenes, _Captains_, Stremon.
_Pol._ Why, this is utter madness.
_Eum._ Thus it is, Sir.
_Pol._ Only the Princess sight?
_1 Cap._ All we can judge at.
_Pol._ This must be lookt to timely.
_Eum._ Yes, and wisely.
_Pol._ He does not offer at his life?
_Eum._ Not yet, Sir, That we can hear of.
_Pol._ n.o.ble Gentlemen, Let me entreat your watches over him, Ye cannot do a worthier work.
_2 Cap._ We came, Sir, Provided for that service.
_Pol._ Where is _Chilax_?
_Strem._ A little busie, Sir.
_Pol._ Is the Fool and Boy here?
_Strem._ They are, Sir.
_Enter_ Memnon.
_Pol._ Let 'em be still so; and as they find his humours.
_Eumen._ Now ye may behold him.
_Pol._ Stand close, and make no noise; By his eyes now, Gentlemen, I guess him full of anger.
_Eumen._ Be not seen there.
_Mem._ The hour's past long ago, he's false and fearful, Coward, go with thy Caitive soul, thou Cur Dog, Thou cold Clod, wild fire warm thee, monstrous fearful, I know the Slave shakes but to think on't.
_Pol._ Who's that?
_Eumen._ I know not, Sir.
_Mem._ But I shall catch ye, Rascal, Your mangy Soul is not immortal here, Sir, Ye must dye, and we must meet; we must, maggot, Be sure we must, for not a Nook of h.e.l.l, Not the most horrid Pit shall harbour thee; The Devils tail sha'n't hide thee, but I'll have thee, And how I'll use thee! whips and firebrands: Tosting thy tail against a flame of wild fire, And basting it with Brimstone, shall be nothing, Nothing at all; I'll teach ye to be treacherous: Was never Slave so swing'd since h.e.l.l was h.e.l.l As I will swinge thy Slaves Soul; and be sure on't.
_Pol._ Is this imagination, or some circ.u.mstance?
For 'tis extream strange.
_Eumen._ So is all he does, Sir.
_Mem._ Till then I'll leave ye; who's there? where's the Surgeon?
_Demagoras?_
_Dem._ My Lord.
_Mem._ Bring the Surgeon: And wait you too.
_Enter_ Surgeon.
_Pol._ What wou'd he with a Surgeon?
_Eum._ Things mustring in his head: pray mark.
_Mem._ Come hither, Have you brought your Instruments?
_Sur._ They are within, Sir.
_Mem._ Put to the doors a while there; ye can incise To a hairs breadth without defacing.
_Sur._ Yes Sir.
_Mem._ And take out fairly from the flesh.
_Sur._ The least thing.
_Mem._ Well come hither; take off my doublet, For look ye Surgeon, I must have ye cut My Heart out here, and handsomly: Nay, stare not, Nor do not start; I'll cut your throat else, Surgeon, Come swear to do it.
_Sur._ Good Sir--
_Mem._ Sirrah, hold him, I'll have but one blow at his head.
