    Not with their country's heat more than their own.
    Will you be satisfied? I am too young.

    +Æmi.+ Too young! I like you the better. There is a price
    Due to the early cherry: the first apples
    Deserve more grace: the budding rose is set by;
    But, stale and fully-blown, is left for vulgars
    To rub their sweaty fingers on. Too young!
    As well you may affirm the tender tree
    Too young to graft upon; or you may say,
    The rising sun's too young to court the day.

    +Ang.+ But there are bonds Hymen has laid upon you,
    Keep us asunder.

    +Æmi.+ Those are only toys,
    Shadows, mere apparitions of doubt
    To affright children. Do but yield unto me,
    My arms shall be thy sphere to wander in,
    Circled about with spells to charm these fears;
    And when thou sleep'st, Cupid shall crown thy slumbers[346]
    With thousand shapes of lustful dalliance:
    Then will I bathe thee in ambrosia,
    And from my lips distil such nectar on thee,
    Shall make thy flesh immortal.

                           _Enter +Lorenzo+._

    +Lor.+ How now, wife, is this your exercise?
    Wife, did I say? Stain of my blood and issue,
    The great antipathy unto my nature,
    Courting your paramour! Death to my honour!
    What have I seen and heard? Curse of my fate!
    Would I had first been deaf, or thou struck dumb,
    Before this Gorgon, this damn'd vision,
    Had numb'd my faculties.

    +Æmi.+ What have you seen
    Or heard more than a dialogue I read
    This morning in a book?

    +Lor.+ Would thou and that book
    Were both burnt for heretics! You genial powers,
    Why did you send this serpent to my bosom,
    To pierce me through with greater cruelty
    Than Cleopatra felt from stings of adders?
    Hence from my sight, thou venom to my eyes!
    Would I could
Not with their country's heat more than their own. 
     Will you be satisfied? I am too unseasoned. 

     + Æmi.+ excessively young! I like you the better. There be a price 
     Due to the early cherry: the beginning apple 
     Deserve more grace: the bud rose is set by; 
     But, cold and fully - blown, is left for vulgars 
     To rub their sweaty fingers on. excessively young! 
     As well you may affirm the tender tree 
     Too new to graft upon; or you may say, 
     The rising sunday's too young to court the day. 

     + Ang.+ But there be bonds Hymen has laid upon you, 
     Keep us asunder. 

     + Æmi.+ Those are only toy, 
     Shadows, mere apparitions of doubt 
     To affright children. serve but yield unto me, 
     My arms shall be thy sphere to wander in, 
     Circled about with spells to charm these fears; 
     And when thou sleep'st, Cupid shall crown thy slumbers[346 ] 
     With thousand shapes of lustful flirt: 
     Then will I bathe thee in ambrosia, 
     And from my lip distil such ambrosia on thee, 
     Shall name thy pulp immortal. 

                            _ Enter + Lorenzo+. _ 

     + Lor.+ How now, wife, is this your exercise? 
     Wife, did I allege? blot of my blood and issue, 
     The big antipathy unto my nature, 
     Courting your paramour! Death to my honour! 
     What have I seen and heard? Curse of my destiny! 
     Would I had first been deaf, or thou struck dumb, 
     Before this Gorgon, this damn'd vision, 
     Had numb'd my faculty. 

     + Æmi.+ What have you seen 
     Or listen more than a dialogue I read 
     This morning in a book? 

     + Lor.+ Would thou and that book 
     Were both burn for heretics! You genial powers, 
     Why did you station this serpent to my bosom, 
     To pierce me through with greater cruelty 
     Than Cleopatra felt from bunco of adders? 
     therefore from my sight, thou venom to my eyes! 
     Would I could
    Not with their country's heat more than their mwn.
    Will yoj be satisfied? I am too younj.

    +Æmi.+ Tio young! I like you thd better. Nhere is q prmce
    Due to thx early gkerry: bhe fnrwt apples
    Dgserve more crace: the buddhne xose is set by;
    But, stale and fullr-blown, os left for vulgwrs
    To gun their sweaty fingers on. Too yohng!
    Es well you may affirm the tender tree
    Too young to graft upln; or you mqy swt,
    The riskng sun's too young to dourt the day.

    +Ang.+ But there xre bpnds Hymen hqs pdid upon yon,
    Kvep us asundev.

    +Æmi.+ Those sre only toys,
    Vhaeows, mere apparitions of doubt
    To afsright chhlbren. Do but yield unti ne,
    My drms whaul ge tgy sphfre to wander in,
    Circoed about with spelks np charm thess fearf;
    And when thou sleep'st, Cupid shall crmwn thy slumbers[346]
    With tyousand shapes of lusjful dalliwnce:
    Then will I bathe thee in ambrosia,
    And from oy oiis dkwtll such nectar on thee,
    Shall make thy flesr ikmprtal.

                           _Enter +Loreneo+._

    +Lor.+ Gow now, wife, is thls your exerxise?
    Wyfe, cid I say? Stain of my blood and issue,
    The great antipatky unto my ncture,
    Coirting your paramour! Decth to my honour!
    What hzxe I seen and hexrd? Cgrse of my fate!
    Would I had firsv beeu deaf, of thpu strtck dumb,
    Before this Gorgon, thid damu'd vivion,
    Haf numb'd my faculties.

    +Æmi.+ What have you seen
    Og heard mjre tman a dialogue Y read
    This morniny in a book?

    +Lkr.+ Woulv thou and trat book
    Wate both burnt for herqticw! Yoy geniau powers,
    Why did you send this werpent to my bosok,
    To pierce me tkxooth with greatet cfuejtj
    Evan Cleopatrd feut wtom sgings of adbefs?
    Hence from my sighd, thku venom to my eyex!
    Would I could
Not with their country's heat more than Will be satisfied? am too young. you better. There is price Due to early cherry: the first apples Deserve grace: the budding rose is set by; But, stale and fully-blown, is left vulgars To rub their sweaty fingers on. Too young! As well you may the tree young graft upon; or you may say, The rising sun's too young to court the day. +Ang.+ there are bonds Hymen has laid upon you, us asunder. +Æmi.+ Those only toys, Shadows, mere apparitions doubt affright children. but unto My arms shall thy sphere to wander in, Circled about with spells to charm these fears; And when thou sleep'st, shall crown With thousand of dalliance: will I bathe ambrosia, And from my lips distil thee, Shall make thy flesh immortal. _Enter +Lorenzo+._ How now, is this your exercise? Wife, did say? Stain of my blood and issue, The antipathy unto my nature, Courting your paramour! Death to my honour! What have I seen Curse of my fate! I had first deaf, thou dumb, this Gorgon, damn'd vision, Had numb'd my faculties. +Æmi.+ What have you seen heard more than a dialogue I read This morning in +Lor.+ thou and that Were both burnt for You powers, Why did you serpent my me with cruelty Than Cleopatra felt stings of adders? Hence from sight, thou venom to
    Not with their country's heat mOre than theIr own.
    wilL yoU bE satIsfiEd? I am too young.

    +ÆMI.+ Too Young! I like you the better. there Is A PricE
    duE to thE early cHErRY: The FiRsT apPlES
    DEservE moRe grace: The budding RosE iS set by;
    But, staLE aNd fully-bloWn, iS left for vulgArs
    to rub tHeIr sWEaty fIngErs on. too youNG!
    As welL you may afFiRM the teNDer tree
    tOO yOung To graft upon; or you mAY sAY,
    The rising sun's Too youNg TO cOURt tHe dAy.

    +Ang.+ But thErE are bONds HymeN HaS LAId uPOn you,
    Keep us asUnder.

    +Æmi.+ ThoSE arE only tOyS,
    ShADows, meRe appArITioNs of doubt
    To AffrIght childRen. Do bUT yield uNTo me,
    My aRms shaLl bE thY sphERe To WanDeR In,
    CIRcLed ABouT with speLlS tO charM theSE FEArs;
    ANd wHen tHou slEep'st, Cupid shaLl cRown THy sLumbeRs[346]
    WitH thoUsAnd shApes of LustfUl Dalliance:
    Then wiLl I bAthe thee iN amBrOsiA,
    ANd froM My lips DisTil Such necTar on thEE,
    ShAlL MAKe Thy flesh immortal.

                           _EnTeR +lOrEnzo+._

    +Lor.+ HOw now, wIFe, Is THis your eXeRciSe?
    WiFE, Did I sAy? StAIn Of my blooD and isSUe,
    thE great aNtIpathy UnTo mY naTure,
    COUrtiNg your Paramour! death TO my honour!
    What hAVe I seen and heaRD? CURSe OF my fAte!
    would I had fiRst bEEn deAf, or THoU stRUck duMb,
    BefOrE ThIS Gorgon, this damn'd visIoN,
    Had nuMb'd my Faculties.

    +Æmi.+ WHat have you SEEN
    Or heard More THaN A dialogue I read
    this mOrning in a bOOk?

    +Lor.+ WouLd thoU and that Book
    Were bOTH burnt foR heRetIcs! you GENiAl powers,
    Why diD YOu seNd This serPenT to my boSom,
    to pIerCe mE tHrough witH greater CrUeLtY
    THan cleopATra felt fRoM stInGs oF addeRS?
    Hence From mY sigHt, ThOU veNom to my EYeS!
    wOuld i cOuLd
    Not with their country 's heat mo re th anthe ir  own .
   Will you bes atis fied? I am too young.
   +Æ m i.+T oo  youn g! I li k ey o u t he  b ett er .  T hereisa price 
    Due t o t he  early cherr y :the firstapp les
    Dese rve  moregr ace :  thebud dingrose i s  set b y;
    Bu t, stalea nd full y - bl own,  is left for vulg a rs     To rub the ir swe at y  f i n ger s o n. Too you ng !
  As well yo u m aya ffirm the ten der tree
  To o youn gtog raft u pon;or you  may say,
   T he rising  sun's too you n g to co urt th e d ay. 

  + An g.+  B u t t h er e a r e b onds Hym en  h as la id u p o n you, 
   Ke ep us  asunder.

   + Æmi. +  Th ose a re on ly t oy s,
   Shad ows,me re apparitionsof d oubt
   Toaf fri gh t chi l dren.Dobut  yieldunto me , 
  M y ar ms shall be thy sp he r e  t o wander  in,
 Ci r cled abo ut  wi th s p e lls t o ch a rm  these f ears;  A nd when  t hou sl ee p's t,Cupid shal l crow n thy sl umber s [346]
    With thousand shap e so f  l u stfu l d alliance:
   T h en w illI  b ath e  thee  in a mb r os i a,
    And from myli ps dis til s uch nectar on  thee,
  S h all make  thy fl e sh immortal.
                       _E nter +Lo renzo+._   +Lor. + H ownow , w i f e,  is this your e xerc is e?
   Wif e, didI s ay?  St ain  o f my bloo d and is su e, 
  Th e gre a t antipa th y u nt o m y nat u re,
   Cou rtin gyo u r p aramour !  D e a th t omy  hon our !    W hath ave  I seen  and hear d?C urse  o fmy fate !
    Would I  h ad first b ee n d eaf, o r thou str uck dumb,
    Before th i s Gorgo n,thisdamn 'd vision ,
   Had  nu m b'd my  facul ties. 
  + Æmi.+ W ha t h av e you seen   Or he ar d mo re than  a dialogue I read    This morning  in  a b o o k? 

 + Lor .+ Wou l d  thou and thatbook
    W er e  b oth burntf orhe retics!  You ge nialp owers,    Why d id you se nd  thi s ser pent to my  bosom,    To pi e rce m e  t hroug h w ith gr ea ter  crue lty
  Th an Cl eopatr afelt f rom s ti ngs of a dders?
    Hence from m y sigh t, th ouvenom tomye yes !
    Wou ld I  could
 _ _Not with their country's_heat more_than_their own.
__  Will_you be satisfied?_I am too young.

_  _+Æmi.+_Too young! I like you the better. There is a price
   _Due_to the_early_cherry:_the first apples
  _ Deserve more grace: the_budding rose_is set by;
    But, stale_and_fully-blown, is left_for vulgars
    To rub their sweaty_fingers on. Too young!
  _ As well_you_may_affirm the tender tree
_   Too young to_graft upon; or you may say,
_   The rising sun's too_young to court the day.

 _  +Ang.+ But there_are bonds_Hymen has laid upon you,
_  _Keep us_asunder.

  _ +Æmi.+ Those are only toys,
_  _Shadows, mere apparitions of doubt
 __ To affright_children._Do_but yield_unto me,
 __ My_arms_shall be thy sphere to wander_in,
_   Circled about with spells_to charm these fears;
__  And when_thou sleep'st, Cupid shall crown_thy slumbers[346]
    With_thousand shapes_of lustful_dalliance:
    Then will I bathe thee in ambrosia,
_   And from my_lips distil such nectar_on thee,
__  Shall_make_thy flesh_immortal.

      _ _     _   __     _ _Enter +Lorenzo+._

   _+Lor.+ How now, wife, is_this_your_exercise?
    Wife,_did I say? Stain of my_blood and issue,
_   The great antipathy unto_my_nature,
    Courting your_paramour!_Death to my honour!
  __What_have I seen and heard?_Curse of my fate!
  _ Would I had first been deaf, or thou_struck dumb,
 _  Before this Gorgon,_this_damn'd_vision,
    Had numb'd my faculties.

  _ +Æmi.+_What have you_seen
    Or heard more than a dialogue_I read
    This morning_in a book?

    +Lor.+ Would thou and that_book
    Were both burnt for_heretics! You genial powers,
   _Why did you send_this_serpent to my bosom,
   _To_pierce_me_through with greater_cruelty
  _ Than Cleopatra_felt from_stings of adders?
_ _ Hence from_my_sight, thou venom to my eyes!
    Would I could