A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 05
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 05
English drama
Full-fraught with love, and burning with desire,
I long have long'd for sight[400] of Hymen's lights.
FERDINANDO.
Then that same day, whose warm and pleasant sight
Brings in the spring with many gladsome flowers,
Be our first day of joy and perfect peace:
Till when receive this precious carcanet,
In sign that as the links are interlaced,
So both our hearts are still combin'd in one,
Which never can be parted but by death.
_Enter_ BASILISCO _and_ PERSEDA.
LUCINA.
And if I live, this shall not be forgot:
But see, Ferdinando, where Perseda comes,
Whom women love for virtue, men for beauty;
All the world loves, none hates but envy.
BASILISCO.
All hail, brave cavalier: good morrow, madam,
The fairest shine that shall this day be seen,
Except Perseda's beauteous excellence,
Shame to love's queen, and empress of my thoughts.
FERDINANDO.
Marry, thrice happy is Perseda's chance,
To have so brave a champion to her 'squire.
BASILISCO.
Her 'squire? her knight! and whoso else denies.
Shall feel the rigour of my sword and lance.
FERDINANDO.
O, sir, not I.
LUCINA.
Here is none but friends; yet let me challenge you.
For gracing me with a malignant style,
That I was fairest, and yet Perseda fairer;
We ladies stand upon our beauties much.
PERSEDA.
Herein, Lucina, let me buckler him.
BASILISCO.
Not Mars himself had e'er so fair a buckler.
PERSEDA.
Love makes him blind; and blind can judge no colour.[401]
LUCINA.
Why, then, the mends is made, and we still friends.
PERSEDA.
Still friends? still foes! she wears my carcanet.
Ah, false Erastus, how am I betray'd! [_Aside._
LUCINA.
What ails you, madam, that your colour changes?
PERSEDA.
A sudden qualm; I therefore take my leave.
LUCINA.
We'll bring you home.
PERSEDA.
No, I shall soon get home.
LUCINA.
Why, then, farewell: Ferdinando, let's away.
[_Exeunt_ FERDINANDO _and_ LUCINA.
BASILISCO.
Say, world's bright star, whence springs this sudden change;
Is it unkindness at the little praise
I gave Lucina with my glosing style?
PERSEDA.
No, no; her beauty far surpasseth mine,
And from my neck her neck hath won the praise.
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