La.I have nothing Sir, unless by changing of these cloaths for worse, and then at last the worst for nakedness.
La.I have nothing Sir, unless by changing of these cloaths for worse, and then at last the worst for nakedness.
Mont.Stand off boy, nakedness would be a changeTo please us Madam, to delight us both.La.What nakedness Sir?Mont.Why the nakedness of body Madam, we were Lovers once.La.Never dishonest Lovers.Mont.Honestie has no allowance now to give our selves.La.Nor you allowance against honestie.Mont.I'll send my Boy hence, opportunitieShall be our servant, come and meet me firstWith kisses like a stranger at the door,And then invite me nearer to receiveA more familiar inward wellcome; where,Instead of tapers made of Virgins waxTh'increasing flames of our desires shall lightUs to a banquet: and before the tasteBe dull with satisfaction, I'll prepareA nourishment compos'd of every thingThat bears a naturall friendship to the blood,And that shall set another edge upon 't,Or else between the courses of the feastWe'll dallie out an exercise of time,That ever as one appetite expires another may succeed it.La.O my Lord, how has your nature lost her worthiness!When our affections had their liberty,Our kisses met as temperatelie asThe hands of sisters, or of brothers, thatOur bloods were then as moving; then you wereSo noble, that I durst have trusted yourEmbraces in an opportunitySilent enough to serve a ravisher,And yet come from you—undishonor'd—howYou think me altered, that you promise yourAttempt success I know not; but were allThe sweet temptations that deceive us setOn this side, and [on] that side all the waiters,These neither should p[e]rsuade me, nor these force.Mont.Then misery may waste your body.Lady.Yes, but lust shall never.Mont.I have found you still as uncorupted as I left you firstContinue so; and I will serve you withAs much devotion as my word, my handOr purse can show you; and to justifieThat promise, here is half the wealth I have,Take it, you owe me nothing, till you fallFrom virtue, which the better to protectI have bethought me of a present means:Give me the Letter; this commends my BoyInto the service of a Lady, whoseFree goodness you have bin acquainted with,Lamira.Lady.Sir I know her.Mont.Then believe her entertainment will be noble to you;My boy shall bring you thither: and relateYour manner of misfortune if your ownReport needs any witness: so I kiss your hand good Lady.
Mont.Stand off boy, nakedness would be a changeTo please us Madam, to delight us both.
La.What nakedness Sir?
Mont.Why the nakedness of body Madam, we were Lovers once.
La.Never dishonest Lovers.
Mont.Honestie has no allowance now to give our selves.
La.Nor you allowance against honestie.
Mont.I'll send my Boy hence, opportunitieShall be our servant, come and meet me firstWith kisses like a stranger at the door,And then invite me nearer to receiveA more familiar inward wellcome; where,Instead of tapers made of Virgins waxTh'increasing flames of our desires shall lightUs to a banquet: and before the tasteBe dull with satisfaction, I'll prepareA nourishment compos'd of every thingThat bears a naturall friendship to the blood,And that shall set another edge upon 't,Or else between the courses of the feastWe'll dallie out an exercise of time,That ever as one appetite expires another may succeed it.
La.O my Lord, how has your nature lost her worthiness!When our affections had their liberty,Our kisses met as temperatelie asThe hands of sisters, or of brothers, thatOur bloods were then as moving; then you wereSo noble, that I durst have trusted yourEmbraces in an opportunitySilent enough to serve a ravisher,And yet come from you—undishonor'd—howYou think me altered, that you promise yourAttempt success I know not; but were allThe sweet temptations that deceive us setOn this side, and [on] that side all the waiters,These neither should p[e]rsuade me, nor these force.
Mont.Then misery may waste your body.
Lady.Yes, but lust shall never.
Mont.I have found you still as uncorupted as I left you firstContinue so; and I will serve you withAs much devotion as my word, my handOr purse can show you; and to justifieThat promise, here is half the wealth I have,Take it, you owe me nothing, till you fallFrom virtue, which the better to protectI have bethought me of a present means:Give me the Letter; this commends my BoyInto the service of a Lady, whoseFree goodness you have bin acquainted with,Lamira.
Lady.Sir I know her.
Mont.Then believe her entertainment will be noble to you;My boy shall bring you thither: and relateYour manner of misfortune if your ownReport needs any witness: so I kiss your hand good Lady.
Lady.Sir, I know not how to promise, but I cannot be unthankfull.
Lady.Sir, I know not how to promise, but I cannot be unthankfull.
Mont.All that you can implore in thankfulnessBe yours, to make you the more prosperous.Farwell my boy,—I am not yet oppress'd.[Exit Lady Vere.Having the power to helpe one that's distress'd.[Exeunt.
Mont.All that you can implore in thankfulnessBe yours, to make you the more prosperous.Farwell my boy,—I am not yet oppress'd.[Exit Lady Vere.Having the power to helpe one that's distress'd.[Exeunt.