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CORISCA, SATYR.
Cor.
O I'm dead.
Sat.
But I was quick.
There's a trick now for your trick.
Cor.
My Amaerillis, I am caught.
O come back.
Sat.
She hears thee not.
'Twill now behove thee to be strong.
Cor.
O me, my hair!
Sat.
I have so long
Stood angling for thee in my boat,
At last th' art strook. 'Tis not thy coat,
'Tis thy hair (Sister) this.
Cor.
To mee
This usage (Satyr?)
Sat.
Yes, to thee
Corisca, or I am mistaken:
That Mistresse in the art of making
The fine-spun lyes, that sels so deer
False words, false hopes, and a false leer?
Shee that so often hath betraid me;
Shee that so many fools hath made me
At every turn: the sorceresse,
The cheat Corisca?
Cor.
I confesse,
I am Corisca; but not shee
Now, that was once so lov'd by thee,
My gentile Satyr.
Sat.
Pray since when
Am I gentile? I was not then