Love and war a tragedy / written by Tho. Meriton.

Scen. 8.

Bellerro, Lerinica, Histerica.

Bel.

Are you not yet perswaded to combine?

Ler.

No, nor never.

Bell.

How Vulters in a cogitatious shape, Know my inflamed heart, masqing dismall Prodigies, let eccho answer contrary, Sound a retreat, cherish the trope of hope, Strike dum that sense, that is protractor Of those airy notions that again-sayes all, Answer once more, let passion move the favour, Dispatch the case, and mercy take a place, Shall birth rebound, I will and can: speak▪ speak.

Ler.

No no, great Duke, I cannot.

Bell.

That sound strikes dumb my soul, The Lilly, Rose, stands in battalia form, Acting their decent hieus 'gainst your frowardness, The Dazie carries lance to shew the savagenesse; Vesper and Hesper doth by aspect shew Their influence to fling still against you;

Mounts and Dales make skirmish against other, Because you suffer such a Rose to smoother, Confounding nature, and deceiving earth, Killing both matter, and both air and breath.

Ler.

None of these strange To••ds may make such need, And frame a darling of a vain dispair, I will not wrong both nature and the soyl With foggy mists of vicious quality As not to marry, but that vapoured slime Shall turn the voluptuous humour to A ••iccid substance, and not rowling forth That radical moisture to be soon exhald; I'le marry, but not yet.

Bell.

The winding comets, by confession bring•• An antidote, to acute ••eavours sharp; But you my Comet, and my blazing star, Turns me a Pagan, and speaks death thereto. The cask wherein the camp of graces lay, Is turn'd a den of groaning mischief loud; I cannot live, if th' oadstone of your will Change a virtue stupid to the Iron. Cupid may bend his shaf••, his arrows loose, But ne'r hit so fair a mark as this, Venture a whole quiver to the Sea and Land, But rebound venom to such lips as thine; Marry, marry, for the present time Excells both past and future though divine.

Hist.

Sir, she is the master-piece of all Arts, A whirly-gigg of glittering stones, The Sun is clouded, and the stars want light, When she by her airy motion enters. See, speak again, she's like a purple die, Neither loose colour, nor her face thereby.

Bell.

The flowry shade devoutly kneeling to Brave Titans rays, with a compendium Of servitude, that by obedience, Both Woods and Fens receive a party shade, And Groves stand shivering with the drops of cold, Because offensive to his glorious head; But I stand like a Willow, more then Oak, Unto the shrine of your beatitude,

Expecting 〈…〉〈…〉 I may 〈◊〉〈◊〉 To violate the wi••d with a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 Of your bright palm, 〈…〉〈…〉 Of favour from your look••.

Ler.

The question of a danger, 〈…〉〈…〉 Meeting with death or life 〈…〉〈…〉; Therefore I'le enter with a 〈◊〉〈◊〉 none, I hate no look from a Hermaphrodite, A man in shew, but woman in the speech, Therefore desist; no favour from my hand••▪ No, none.

Bell.

The inraged foe, both pride and avarice, Aims at the Capitoll of poverty; And Phrygian plains, who, bound with Chariotteers, Is form'd a channell uselesse, out of date. Voluntary hearts oft ransackt bodies Of a lively-hood, and royall freedom Grant such a small request.

Ler.

The night derides the day, sure otherwise•• Such instances should not offer to rise, But more or lesse, none from me.

Hist.

Alas poor man.

Bell.

Oh object of dispair! But most sweet Madam, please to let me wait, The shadow comforts me when't wants the bait.

Ler.

The fester'd thoughts of your vain restless wil, Mocks but your habite, and with fancy fill.

Bell.

The servile tribute that I owe to you, Bindeth my glory for to waite you know.

Ler.

The Apple mollifies the heart that sees Its lusture, but not my soul i••'t please.

Bell.

'Tis, 'tis your goddess-like soul that sweeps away The gloomy night, and brings with it bright day; Come then we'l go.

Hist.

I'le wait your purpos'd will.

Exeun••.