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Actus Quintus: Scoena prima. (Book 5)
Enter Pyrhus, Hermione, Thersites, and Synon.
Pyr.
Sweete Lady, can you loue:
Her.
Forbeare my Lord,
Can such a thing as loue be once nam'd here,
Where euery Marble that supports this roofe,
In emulation doth vye teares with vs?
Nay where the wounds of such a mighty King
Haue yet scarse bled their last.
Pyr.
Tush faire Hermione,
These sights that seeme to Iadies terrible,
Are common to vs souldiers; when from field returning
All smear'd in blood, where Dukes and Kings li•• slaine,
Yet in our Tents at mid-night it frights not vs
From courting a sweete Mistresse.
Syn.
Hee sayth right,
And note of this how I can poetise:
This his great father of his Loue desir'd.
When from the slaughter of his foes retyr'd
Hee doft his Cushes and vnarm'd his head,
To tumble with her on a soft day bed:
It did reioyce Brisoi•• to imbrace
His bruised armes, and kisse his blood-stain'd face.
These hands which he so often did imbrew
In blood of warlike Troians whom hee slew,
Were then imploy'd to tickle, touch and feele,
And shake a Lance that had no print of steele.
Ther.
Continue in that ve••••e, I'le feed thy Muse
With Crafi••h, Praunes and Lobsters.
Her.
You brought these of purpose to abuse m••e.
Pyr.
Peace Thersites,
And Synon you no more.