247By warranting Moone-light corslet thee, oh when

248Her twyning Cherries shall their sweetnes fall

249Vpon thy tastefull lips, what wilt thou thinke

250Of rotten Kings or blubberd Queenes, what care

251For what thou feelst not? what thou feelst being able

252To make Mars spurne his Drom. O if thou couch

253But one night with her, every howre in't will

254Take hostage of thee for a hundred, and

255Thou shalt remember nothing more, then what

256That Banket bids thee too.

257Hip. Though much unlike

258You should be so transported, as much sorry

259I should be such a Suitour; yet I thinke

260Did I not by th'abstayning of my joy

261Which breeds a deeper longing, cure their surfeit

262That craves a present medcine, I should plucke

263All Ladies scandall on me. Therefore Sir

264As I shall here make tryall of my prayres,

265Either presuming them to have some force,

266Or sentencing for ay their vigour dombe,

267Prorogue this busines, we are going about, and hang

268Your Sheild afore your Heart, about that necke

269Which is my ffee, and which I freely lend

270To doe these poore Queenes service.

271All Queens. Oh helpe now

272Our Cause cries for your knee.

273Emil. If you grant not

274My Sister her petition in that force,

275With that Celerity, and nature which

276Shee makes it in: from henceforth ile not dare

277To aske you any thing, nor be so hardy

278Ever to take a Husband.

279Thes. Pray stand up.

280I am entreating of my selfe to doe

281That which you kneele to have me; Pyrithous

282Leade on the Bride; get you and pray the Gods

283For successe, and returne, omit not any thing

284In the pretended Celebration: Queenes