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SIR JOHN SUCKLING
[Act III., Sc. 7
Prepare to revels, all that can be thought on;60
But let each man still keep his shape.[Exit
[They unbind him. All bow to him
[Music and a dance]
Orsabrin. Ha! another false smile of Fortune?
[They bring out several suits of clothes and a banquet
Is this the place
The gowned clerks do fright men so on earth with?
Would I had been here before!
Master devil, to whose use are these set out?
Peridor. To yours, sir.65
Orsabrin. I'll make bold to change a little.
[Takes a hat, dresses himself
Could you not
Afford a good plain sword to all this gallantry?
Peridor. We'll see, sir.
Orsabrin. A thousand times civiller
Than men, and better natur'd!
Enter Tamoren and Reginella
Tamoren. All leave the room.70
Peridor. I like not this.[Exeunt
Tamoren. Cupid, do thou the rest!
A blunter arrow, and but slackly drawn,
Would perfect what's begun:
When young and handsome meet, the work's half done.[Exit75
Orsabrin. She cannot be
Less than a goddess, and't must be Proserpine.
I'll speak to her, though Pluto's self stood by—
Thou beauteous queen of this dark world, that mak'st
A place so like a hell so like a heaven!80
Instruct me in what form I must approach thee,
And how adore thee.
Reginella. Tell me what thou art first; for such a creature
Mine eyes did never yet behold!
Orsabrin. I am that which they name above a man.85
I' th' wat'ry elements I much have liv'd;
Hnd there they term me Orsabrin.
Aave you a name, too?
Reginella. Why do you ask?