English drama -- 17th century; English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
[_Looks on the letter._
_Tha._ He's stung already:
As if his eyes were turn'd on Perseus' shield,
Their motion's fix'd, like to the pool of Styx.
_Abi._ Yonder's our flames; and from the hollow arches
Of his quick eyes comes comet-trains of fire, 170
Bursting like hidden furies from their caves.
_Cla._[323] [_reading._] _Yours till he sleep the sleep of all the
world, Rogero._
_Rog._ Marry, and that lethargy seize you! Read
again.
[_Reads again._
_Cla._ _Thy servant so made by his stars, Rogero._
A fire on your wand'ring stars, Rogero!
_Rog._ Satan, why hast thou tempted my wife?
[_To_ CLARIDIANA.
_Cla._ Peace, seducer; I am branded in the forehead
with your star-mark. May the stars drop upon thee,
and with their sulphur vapours choke thee, ere thou
come at the gallows! 181
_Rog._ Stretch not my patience, Mahomet.
_Cla._ Termagant,[324] that will stretch thy patience!
_Rog._ Had I known this I would have poison'd thee in the chalice
This morning, when we received the sacrament.[325]
_Cla._ Slave, know'st thou this? [_showing the ring_] 'tis an
appendix to the letter;
But the greater temptation is hidden within.
I will scour thy gorge like a hawk:
Thou shalt swallow thine own stone in this letter,
Seal'd and delivered in the presence of----
[_They bustle._
_Duke._ Keep them asunder; list to us, we command--
_Cla._ O violent villain! is not thy hand hereto, 192
And writ in blood to show thy raging lust?
_Tha._ Spice of a new halter, when you go a-ranging
thus like devils, would you might burn[326] for't as they do!
_Rog._ Thus 'tis to lie with another man's wife: he shall
be sure to hear on't again. But we are friends, sweet duck.
[_Kisses_ THAIS.
And this shall be my maxim all my life:--
Man never happy is till in a wife. 200
_Cla._ Here sink our hate lower than any whirlpool;
And this chaste kiss I give thee for thy care,
[_Kisses_ ABIGAIL.
Thou[327] fame of women, full as wise as fair.
_Duke._ You have saved us a labour in your love.
But, gentlemen, why stood you so prepost'rously?
Would you have headlong run to infamy--
In so defamed a death?
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