To count for every one a soft embrace,
A melting kiss at such and such a time;
And now and then the fury of her Love.
When———And what harm's in this?
Alex.None, none my Lord,
But what's to her, that now 'tis past for ever.
Ant. going to tye it.We Soldiers are so aukward———help me tye it.
Alex.In faith, my Lord, we Courtiers too are aukward
In these Affairs: so are all Men indeed;
Ev'n I, who am not one. But shall I speak?
Ant.Yes, freely.
Alex.Then, my Lord, fair hands alone
Are fit to tye it; She, who sent it, can.
Ven.Hell, Death; this Eunuch Pandar ruins you.
You will not see her?
Ant.But to take my leave.
Ven.Then I have wash'd an Æhiope. Y'are undone;
Y'are in the Toils; y'are taken; y'are destroy'd:
Her Eyes do Cæsar's work.
Ant.You fear too soon.
I'm constant to my self: I know my strength;
And yet she shall not think me Barbarous, neither.
Born in the depths of Africk: I'm a Roman.
Bred to the Rules of soft humanity.
A guest, and kindly us'd, should bid farewel.
Ven.You do not know
How weak you are to her, how much an Infant;
You are not proof against a smile, or glance;
A sigh will quite disarm you.
Ant.See, she comes!
Now you shall find your error. Gods, I thank you:
I form'd the danger greater than it was,
And, now 'tis near, 'tis lessen'd.
Ven.Mark the end yet.
