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SCENA. 3.
That was your Fathers Loue, the Nymph Argurion. I would haue you direct all your Courtship thither, if you could but endeare your selfe to her affection, you were eternal∣ly engallanted.
In truth Sir? pray Phoebus I prooue fauorsome in her fayre eyes.
All diuine mixture, and encrease of beauty, to this bright B••uy of Ladyes; and to the male-Courtiers Complement, and Courtesie.
In the behalfe of the Males, I gratefie you Amorphus.
And I of the Females.
Succinctly spoken: I doe vale to both your thanks, and kisse them; but primarily to yours, Most ingenious, acute, and polite Lady.
Gods my life, how he do's all to be qualifie her! Inge∣nious, Acute, and Polite? as if there were not others in place, as Ingenious, Acute, and Polite, as she.
Yes, but you must know Lady, he cannot speake out of a Dictionary method.
Sit downe sweete Amorphus. When will this water come thinke you?
It cannot now be long fayre Lady.
Now obserue Mercury.
How most Ambiguous beauty? Loue you? that I will by this Hand-kercher.
'Slid he drawes his oathes out of his pocket.
But will you be constant?
Constant Madame? I will not say for Constant∣nesse, but by this Pursse (which I would bee loath to sweare by, vnlesse 'twere embroyder'd)