Tophas: Give over wars? No, Epi, Militat omnis amans, et habet sua castra Cupido. Epiton: Love hate made you very eloquent, but your face is nothing fair. Tophas: Non formosus erat, sed erat facundus Ulysses. Epiton: Nay, I must seek a new master if you can speak nothing but verses. Tophas: Quicquid conabar dicere, versus erat. Epi, I feel all Ovid De Arte Amandi lie as heavy at my heart as a load of logs. * * * * * In _The Lady of Pleasure_, a play by the English dramatist James Shirley, Lady Bornwell is rebuked for her amorous diversions by her husband Sir Thomas: Another game you have, which consumes more Your fame than purse; your revels in the night, Your meetings called the “Ball,” to which repair As to the Court of Pleasure, all your gallants And ladies, whither bound by a subpoena Of Venus, and small Cupid’s high displeasure; ’Tis but the Family of Love translated Into more costly sin! * * * * * Amatory enticement is illustrated in a scene in _The Lady of Pleasure_, by James Shirley: Lord: Have you business, madam, with me? Madam Decoy: And such, I hope, as will not be Offensive to your lordship. Lord: I pray speak it. Madam Decoy: I would desire your lordship’s ear more private. Lord: Wait i’ th’ next chamber till I call.— Now, madam. Exit Haircut. Madam Decoy: Although I am a stranger to your lordship, I would not lose a fair occasion offer’d To show how much I honor, and would serve you. Lord: Please you to give me the particular, That I may know the extent of my engagement. I am ignorant by what desert you should Be encourag’d to have care of me. Madam Decoy: My lord, I will take boldness to be plain; beside Your other excellent parts, you have much fame For your sweet inclination to our sex. Lord: How d’ye mean, madam? Madam Decoy: I’ that way your lordship Hath honorably practis’d upon some Not to be nam’d. Your noble constancy To a mistress hath deserv’d our general vote; And I, a part of womankind, have thought How to express my duty. Lord: In what, madam? Madam Decoy: Be not so strange, my lord. I know the beauty And pleasures of your eyes; that handsome creature With whose fair life all your delight took leave, And to whose memory you have paid too much sad Tribute. Lord: What’s all this? Madam Decoy: This: if your lordship Accept my service, in pure zeal to cure Your melancholy, I could point where you might Repair your loss. Lord: Your ladyship, I conceive, Doth traffic in flesh merchandize.