hat come with a purpose to behold,
And goe away your self.

Gonzalo:

I thank you, I will do it: But pray resolve me,
How is she stor'd with wit?

Gaspero:

As with beauty,
Infinite, and more to be admired at,
Than medled with.

Gonzalo:

And walks her tongue the same gate with her feet?

Gaspero:

Much beyond: what e're her heart thinks, she utters:
And so boldly, so readily, as you would judge
It penn'd and studied.

[Enter _Erota_, _Philander_, _Annophil_, _Hyparcha_, _Mochingo_
Attendants]

Gonzalo:

She comes.

Gaspero:

I must leave you then,
But my best wishes shall remain with you.

[Exit.

Gonzalo:

Still I must thank you.
This is the most passionate,
Most pitifull Prince,
Who in the Caldron of affections,
Looks as he had been par-boy'ld.

Philander:

If I offend with too much loving you,
It is a fault that I must still commit,
To make your mercy shine the more on me.

Erota:

You are the self-same creature you condemn,
Or else you durst not follow me with hope
That I can pity you, who am so far
From granting any comfort in this kind,
That you and all men else shall perish first:
I will live free and single, till I find
Something above a man to equal me;
Put all your brave _Heroes_ into one,
Your Kings and Emperours, and let him come
In person of a man, and I should scorn him:
Must, and will scorn him.
The god of love himself hath lost his eyes,
His Bow and Torch extinguish'd, and the Poets
That made him first a god, have lost their fire
253] Since I appear'd, and from my eyes must steal it.
This I dare speak; and let me see the man,
Now I have spoke it, that doth, dare deny;
Nay, not believe it.

Mochingo:

He is mad that does not.

Erota:

Have not all the nations of the Earth heard of me?
Most come to see me, and seeing me, return'd
Full of my praises? teaching their Chroniclers
To make their Stories perfect? for where the name,
Merely the word of fair _Erota_ stands,
It is a lasting History to time,
Begetting admiration in the men,
And in my own Sex envie: which glorie's lost,
When I shall