From The Lady of Pleasure A Comedie, as It Was Acted by Her Majesties Servants, at the Private House in Drury Lane by James Shirley

You doe him grace. Bor. Why whats the matter Madam? Your eyes are tuning Lachrimæ. Are. As you Doe hope for heaven withdraw, and give me but The patience of ten minutes. Born. Wonderfull! I wonot heare you above that proportion, Shee talkes of heaven, come, where must we to counsell? (Ar: You shall conclude me when you please. Bo. I follow.) What alteration is this? I that so late Stood the temptation of her eye, and voyce, Boasted a heart, 'bove all licentious flame, At second veiw turne renegade, and thinke I was too superstitious, and full Of phlegme not to reward her amorous Courtship With manly freedome. Cel. I obey you sir. (Bor: Ile waite upon your Lordship presently.) She could not want a cunning to seeme honest When I neglected her, I am resolv'd, You still looke pleasant Madam. Cel. I have cause My Lord, the rather for your presence, which Hath power to charme all trouble in my thoughts.

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