_Belliz_. Be mine eyes lost for ever. 1 _Cam_. Is that her husband? _Epi_. Yes. 1 _Cam_. No matter; some husbands are so base, they keepe the doore whilst they are Cuckolded; but this is after a more manlier way, for he stands bound to see it done. _King_. Haile her away. 1 _Cam_. Come, Pusse! Haile her away? which way? yon way? my Camells backs cannot climbe it. _Anton_. The fellow is struck mad. 1 _Cam_. That way? it lookes into a Mill-pond, Whirre! how the Wheels goe and the Divell grindes. No, this way. _King_. Keepe the slave back! _1 Cam_. Backe, keep me backe! there sits my wife kembing her haire, which curles like a witches felt-locks[171]! all the Neets in't are Spiders, and all the Dandruffe the sand of a Scriveners Sand-boxe. Stand away; my whore shall not be lousie; let me come noynt her with Stavesucre[172]. _King_. Defend me, lop his hands off! _Omnes_. Hew him in pieces _King_. What has he done? _Anton_. Sir, beate out his owne braines. _Vict_. You for his soule must answer. _King_. Fetch another. _Eugen_. Tempt not the wrath supernall to fall downe And crush thee in thy throne. _Enter 2 Cammell drivers_. _King_. Peace, sorcerous slave: Sirra, take hence this Witch and ravish her. 2 _Cam_. A Witch? Witches are the Divels sweete hearts. _King_. Doe it, be thou Master of much gold. 2 _Cam_. Shall I have gold to doe it? in some Countries I heare whole Lordships are spent upon a fleshly device, yet the buyer in the end had nothing but French Repentance and the curse of Chyrurgery for his money. Let me finger my gold; Ile venture on, but not give her a penny. Womans flesh was never cheaper; a man may eate it without bread; all Trades fall, so doe they. _Epi_. Look you, Sir, there's your gold. 2 _Cam_. Ile tell money after my father. Oh I am strucke blinde! _Omnes_. The fellow is bewitcht, Sir. _Eugen_. Great King, impute not This most miraculous delivery To witch-craft; 'tis a gentle admonition To teach thy heart obey it. _King_. Lift up the slave; Though he has lost his sight, his feeling is not; He dyes unlesse he ravish her. _Epi_. Force her into thy armes or else thou dyest. 2 _Cam_. I have lost my hearing, too. _King_. Fetch other slaves. _Epi_. Thou must force her. 2 _Cam_. Truely I am hoarse with driving my Cammells, and nothing does me good but sirrop of Horehound. _Enter two Slaves_. _Epi_. Here are two slaves will doe it indeed. 2. Which is shee? _King_. This creature; she has beauty to intice you And enough to feast you all; seize her all three And ravish her by turnes. _Slaves_. A match. [_They dance antiquely, and Exeunt_. _King_. Hang up these slaves; I am mock't by her and them; They dance me into anger. Heard you not musicke? _Anton_. Yes, sure, and most sweet melody. _Vict_. 'Tis the heavens play And the Clowdes dance for ioy thy cruelty Has not tane hold upon me.