_Eumen._ And then all hopes lost this way. _Pol._ Peace she rises. _Clean._ Now for my purpose Fortune. _Calis._ Where's the Gentleman? _Lucip._ Gone Madam. _Calis._ Why gone? _Lucip._ H'as dispatch't his business. _Calis._ He came to speak with me, He did. _Clean._ He did not. _Calis._ For I had many questions. _Lucip._ On my Faith Madam, he Talk't a great while to ye. _Calis._ Thou conceiv'st not, He talk't not as he should doe; O my heart Away with that sad sight; didst thou e're love me? _Lucip._ Why do you make that question? _Calis._ If thou didst Run, run wench, run: nay see how thou stir'st. _Lucip._ Whither? _Calis._ If 'twere for any thing to please thy self Thou woud'st run toth' devil: but I am grown-- _Clean._ Fie Lady. _Cal._ I ask none of your fortunes, nor your loves, None of your bent desires I slack, ye are not In love with all men, are ye? one for shame You will leave your honour'd mistris? why do ye stare so? What is that ye see about me, tell me? Lord what am I become? I am not wilde sure, Heaven keep that from me: O _Cleanthe_ help me, Or I am sunk to death. _Cle._ Ye have offended and mightily, love is incenst against ye, And therefore take my Counsel, to the Temple, For that's the speediest physick: before the Goddess Give your repentant prayers: ask her will, And from the Oracle attend your sentence, She is milde and mercifull. _Calis._ I will: O _Venus_ Even as thou lov'st thy self! _Clean._ Now for my fortune. [_Exeunt_ Cal. _and women_. _Pol._ What shall I doe? _1 Capt._ Why make your self. _Pol._ I dare not, No Gentlemen, I dare not be a villain, Though her bright beauty would entice an Angel. I will toth' King my last hope: get him a woman As we before concluded: and as ye pass Give out the Spartans are in arms; and terrible; And let some letters to that end be feign'd too And sent to you, some Posts too, to the General; And let me work: be ne're him still. _Eumen._ We will Sir. _Pol._ Farewel: and pray for all: what e're I will ye Doe it, and hope a fair end. _Eumen._ The Gods speed ye. [_Exeunt_. _Enter_ Stremon, _Fool, Boy, and Servants_. _Servants._ He lies quiet. _Strem._ Let him lye, and as I told ye Make ready for this shew: h'as divers times Been calling upon _Orpheus_ to appear And shew the joyes: now I will be that _Orpheus_, And as I play and sing, like beasts and trees I wou'd have you shap't and enter: thou a Dog, fool, I have sent about your sutes: the Boy a bush, An Ass you, you a Lion. _Fool._ I a Dog? I'le fit you for a Dog. Bow wow. _Strem._ 'Tis excellent, Steal in and make no noise. _Fool._ Bow wow. _Strem._ Away Rogue. [_Exeunt_. _Enter Priestess, and_ Chilax. _Priest._ Good sweet friend be not long.