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Hee is still going in and out.
ALBI. Deare wife, be not angry.
Chlo. God's my passion!

ALBI. Heare me but one thing ; let not your maydes set cushions in the parlor windowes ; nor in the dyning- 115 chamber windowes; nor vpon stooles, in eyther of them, in any case; for 'tis tauerne-like; but lay them one vpon another, in some out-roome, or corner of the dyning-chamber.

Chlo. Goe, goe, meddle with your bed-chamber 120 onely, or rather with your bed in your chamber, onely; or rather with your wife in your bed onely; or on my faith, I'le not be pleas'd with you onely.

ALBI. Looke here, my deare wife, entertaine that gentleman kindly, I pre'thee ; -mum.

125 Chlo. Goe, I need your instructions indeede; anger mee no more, I aduise you. Citi-fin, quoth'a! she's a wife gentlewoman yfaith, will marrie her felfe to the sinne of the citie.

ALBI. But this time, and no more (by heauen) 130 wife: hang no pictures in the hall, nor in the dyningchamber, in any case, but in the gallerie onely, for 'tis not courtly else, o' my word, wife.

Chlo. 'Sprecious, neuer haue done!
ALBI. Wife.

135 Chlo. Doe I not beare a reasonable corrigible hand ouer him, CRISPINVS?

Cris. By this hand, ladie, you hold a most sweet hand ouer him.

ALBI. And then for the great gilt andyrons ?- - 140

Chlo. Againe! would the andyrons were in your great guttes, for mee.

ALBI. I doe vanish, wife.

mu S.D.) om. Q Re-enter Albius. G ALBIUS still going out and in. N 125 pr'y thee 1640, W pry’thee 1692, 1716 prithee G, N Exit. Q, G, N 130 Alb. (re-entering. ] G, N 135 Exit. Q, G, N 136 not] om. N 140 Alb. (re-entering. ] G, N 143 Exit. Q,G,N

Chlo. How shall I doe, Master CRISPINVS? here will bee all the braueft ladies in court presently, to fee 145 your cousin CYTHERIS: Ô the [289] gods! how might I behaue my selfe now, as to entertayne them most courtly?

Cris. Mary, ladie, if you will entertaine them most courtly, you must doe thus: as soone as euer your 150 maide, or your man brings you word they are come; you must say (A poxe on 'hem, what doe they here.) And yet when they come, speake them as faire, and giue them the kindest welcome in wordes, that can be.

Chlo. Is that the fashion of courtiers, CRISPINVS? 155 Cris. I assure you, it is, ladie, I haue obferu'd it.

Chlo. For your poxe, sir, it is easily hit on; but, 'tis not so easily to speake faire after, me thinkes?

ALBI. O wife, the coaches are come, on my word, a number of coaches, and courtiers.

160 Chlo. A poxe on them: what doe they here?

ALBI. How now wife! wouldst thou not haue 'hem come?

Chlo. Come? come, you are a foole, you: He knowes not the trick on't. Call CYTHERIS, I pray you: 165 and good master CRISPINVS, you can obserue, you say; let me intreat you for all the ladies behauiours, iewels, iests, and attires, that you marking as well as I, we may put both our markes together, when they are gone, and conferre of them.

170 Cris. I warrant you, sweet ladie; let mee alone to obserue, till I turne my felfe to nothing but obseruation. Good morrow cousin CYTHERIS.

Cyth. Welcome kind cousin. What? are they come?

175 ALBI. I, your friend CORNELIVS GALLVS, OVID, TIBVLLVS, PROPERTIVS, with IVLIA the Emperors daugh

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172 Enter CYTHERIS, G, N


ter, and the ladie PLAVTIA, are lighted at the dore;
and with them HERMOGENES TIGELLIVS, the excellent

CYTH. Come, let vs goe meet them, CHLOE.
Chlo. Obserue, CRISPINVS.
Cris. At a haires breadth, ladie, I warrant you.


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Ealth to the louely Chloe: you must pardon me,
Mistris, that I preferre this faire gentlewoman.

CYTH. I pardon, and praise you for it, fir ; and I beseech your Excellence, receiue her beauties into your knowledge and fauour.

IVLI. CYTHERIS, shee hath fauour, and behauiour, that commands as much of me: and sweet CHLOE, know I doe exceedingly loue you, and [290] that I will approue in any grace my father the Emperour may shew you. Is this your husband ?

ALBI. For fault of a better, if it please your highnesse.

Chlo. Gods my life! how hee shames mee!

Cyth. Not a whit, CHLOE, they all thinke you politike, and wittie; wise women choose not husbands for the eye, merit, or birth, but wealth, and foueraigntie.

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SCENA SECVNDA. Q Act . . . CRISPINVS.] As they are going out, enter CORNELIUS GALLUS, Ovid, TIBULLUS, PROPERTIUS, HERMOGENES, Julia, and PLAUTIA. G Enter GALLUS, PLAUTIA. N i Gall. Q, 1716+ 3 sir ; [TO JULIA.] N 13 Chloe. (A side to CYTHERIS.) N

OVID. Sir, we all come to gratulate, for the good report of you.

TIBV. And would be glad to deferue your loue, fir.

ALBI. My wife will answere you all, gentlemen ; I'le 20 come to you againe presently.

Plav. You haue chosen you a most faire companion here, CYTHERIS, and a very faire house.

Cyth. To both which, you and all my friends, are very welcome, PLAVTIA.

25 Chlo. With all my heart, I assure your ladiship. Plav. Thankes, sweet Mistris CHLOE.

IVLI. You must needes come to court, ladie, yfaith, and there bee sure your welcome shall be as great to vs.

OVID. Shee will well deserue it, Madame. I see, 30 euen in her lookes, gentrie, and generall worthinesse.

TiBv. I haue not feene a more certaine character of an excellent disposition.

ALBI. Wife.

Chlo. O, they doe so commend me here, the 35 courtiers ! what's the matter now?

ALBI. For the banquet, sweet wife.

Chlo. Yes; and I must needs come to court, and bee welcome, the Princesse sayes.

Gall. OVID, and TIBVLLVS, you may bee bold to welcome your Miftreffes here.

OVID. We find it fo, fir.

Ovid. Nay, my sweet Sextvs, in faith thou art not sociable.

45 PROP. Infaith, I am not, PVBLIVS; nor I cannot. Sicke mindes, are like sicke men that burne with feuers, Who when they drinke, please but a present tast, And after beare a more impatient fit. Pray, let me leaue you; I offend you all, And my felfe most. Gall. Stay, sweet PROPERTIVS.

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Tibv. You yeeld too much vnto your grieues, and

fate, Which neuer hurts, but when we say it hurts vs.

PROP. O peace, TIBVLLVS ; your philosophie Lends you too rough a hand to search my wounds. 55 Speake they of griefes, that know to figh, and grieue; (291] The free and vnconstrained spirit feeles No weight of my oppression. Ovid. Worthy Roman! Me thinkes I taste his miserie; and could Sit downe, and chide at his malignant starres.

60 IVLI. Me thinkes I loue him, that he loues so truely. Cyth. This is the perfect'st loue, liues after death. Gall. Such is the constant ground of vertue still. Plav. It puts on an inseparable face. Chlo. Haue you markt euery thing, CRISPINVS? 65 Cris. Euery thing, I warrant you.

Chlo. What gentlemen are these? doe you know them?

Cris. I, they are poets, lady.

Chlo. Poets? they did not talke of me since I went, 70 did they?

Cris. O yes, and extold your perfections to the heauens.

Chlo. Now in sinceritie, they be the finest kind of men, that euer I knew: Poets? Could not one get 75 the Emperour to make my husband a Poet, thinke you?

Cris. No, ladie, 'tis loue, and beautie make Poets: and since you like Poets so well, your loue, and beauties shall make me a Poet.

Chlo. What shall they ? and such a one as these?

Cris. I, and a better then there: I would be sorry elfe.

Chlo. And shall your lookes change? and your haire change? and all, like these?

Cris. Why, a man may be a Poet, and yet not 85 change his haire, lady.


58 oppression. Exit. Q, G, N

64 Re-enter CHLOE, G, N

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