The Tragedy of
She'll much disquiet you:
Ant.
See, you are complain'd of.
Car.
For she's the sprawlingst bedfellow.
Ant.
I shall like her the better for that.
Car.
Sir, shall I aske you a question?
Ant.
I pray thee Cariola.
Car.
Wherefore still when you lie with my Lady
Doe you rise so early?
Ant.
Labouring men,
Count the Clocke oftnest Cariola,
Are glad when their task's ended.
Duch.
I'll stop your mouth.
Ant.
Nay, that's but one, Venus had two soft Doves
To draw her Chariot: I must have another:
When wilt thou marry, Cariola?
Car.
Never (my Lord.)
Ant.
O fie upon this single life: forgoe it:
We read how Daphne, for her peevish slight
Became a fruitlesse Bay-tree: Siriux turn'd
To the pale empty Reede: Anaxarate
Was frozen into Marble: whereas those
Which married, or prov'd kind unto their friends
Were, by a gracious influence, transhap'd
Into the Oliffe, Pomgranet, Mulbery:
Became Flowres, precious Stones, or eminent Starres.
Car.
This is a vaine Poetry: but I pray you tell me,
If there were propos'd me, Wisdome, Riches, and Beauty,
In three severall young men, which should I choose?
Ant.
'Tis a hard question: This was Paris case
And he was blind in't, and there was great cause:
For how was't possible he could judge right,
Having three amorous Goddesses in view,
And they starcke naked: 'twas a Motion
Were able to be-night the apprehention
Of the seveerest Counsellor of Europe.
Now I looke on both your faces, so well form'd
It puts me in mind of a question, I would aske.
Car.
