ickness: the court, a deep
    Consumption; and that the commons have the spleen.

    +Pir.+ I know not what disease the court has; but the Lords
    Look as if they had oversat themselves at play,
    And lost odds, so scurvily--

    +Samp.+ How does your lordship find
    The ladies?

    +Pir.+ I ha' not been amongst 'em yet
    To take up my arrears: only had the court-happiness
    To kiss her hand, who in herself contracts them all
    For grace and lustre, the widow-duchess Claudilla.

    +Samp.+ Why, there my admiration leaves you; I grant her
    A brave and courtly girl; has trim and dazzle,
    Enough of white and red, to attract the eye,
    Like an indifferent copy, flourish'd with golden trails.
    But place your judgment nearer, it retreats,
    And cries you mercy for the mistake. At distance,
    She is a goodly landskip.

    +Pir.+ Alas, her blooming beauties
    Yet languish and pine o'er her husband's hearse,
    Like roses scatter'd from the morning's brow
    Into the day's parch'd lap.

    +Samp.+ Their spring will shine again; grow glorious
    And fruitful in the arms of her De Flame;
    It is my hearty wish to their affections;
    That count does bear an honour'd character
    From all that know him.

    +Pir.+ A brave young man; and one that is more honour
    To his title, than it to him. But when
    Must their hymeneal tapers flame, and she
    Offer her turtle pantings at the altar,
    Purpling the morn with blushes, as she goes;
    And scatter such bright rays, as the sun may
    Dress his beams with for that day's glory?

    +Samp.+                                      After
    He has deliver'd his sister to Dessandro's hand,
    He will not defer those minutes long; and he thinks himself
    Behind in some expression of their friendship,
    Until the knot meet there.

    +Pir.+                       Cleara is a lady
    Of
ickness: the court, a deep 
     Consumption; and that the commons get the irascibility. 

     + Pir.+ I know not what disease the court experience; but the Lords 
     Look as if they had oversat themselves at bid, 
     And lost odds, so scurvily-- 

     + Samp.+ How does your lordship find 
     The lady? 

     + Pir.+ I ha' not been amongst'em yet 
     To take up my arrears: merely had the court - happiness 
     To snog her hand, who in herself contracts them all 
     For grace and lustre, the widow - duchess Claudilla. 

     + Samp.+ Why, there my wonder leaves you; I grant her 
     A audacious and courtly girl; has snip and dazzle, 
     adequate of white and red, to attract the eye, 
     Like an deaf copy, flourish'd with golden trail. 
     But place your opinion nearer, it retreats, 
     And cries you mercy for the mistake. At distance, 
     She is a goodly landskip. 

     + Pir.+ Alas, her blooming beauty 
     Yet languish and pine o'er her husband's hearse, 
     Like roses scatter'd from the morning's brow 
     Into the day's parch'd lap. 

     + Samp.+ Their spring will shine again; grow glorious 
     And fruitful in the arms of her De Flame; 
     It is my hearty wish to their affections; 
     That count does bear an honour'd character 
     From all that know him. 

     + Pir.+ A brave young serviceman; and one that is more honour 
     To his title, than it to him. But when 
     Must their hymeneal candle fire, and she 
     propose her turtle pantings at the altar, 
     purple the morn with blushes, as she goes; 
     And scatter such undimmed rays, as the sun may 
     Dress his beams with for that day's glory? 

     + Samp.+                                       After 
     He has deliver'd his sister to Dessandro's hand, 
     He will not defer those minutes long; and he thinks himself 
     Behind in some formula of their friendship, 
     Until the knot converge there. 

     + Pir.+                        Cleara is a lady 
     Of
ickjess: the court, a deep
    Consumption; anb that vhe comjons havd the spleen.

    +Pir.+ I know nlt what disease the court has; but the Pords
    Looj as if theb had ovcxsat fmemsentes at play,
    Snd lost ogds, so scurvilf--

    +Samp.+ How does your lordship find
    The lsdles?

    +Pir.+ I hw' nou bqen zmongst 'em yet
    To take up my ardears: oily had the coutt-happiness
    To kiss her hanf, who in herself clntracts thgj ajo
    For graze and lusurz, the widow-suchess Claudilla.

    +Samp.+ Why, tfere ky admiratuob lfdves you; I jrant rer
    A brayv and cmurtly birl; has trim snd dazzle,
    Enough of whive and red, to attracj the eye,
    Like an indifferwnr copi, flogrisf'e wkth gplsen trwila.
    But pmace your jydgment nearer, it rttrqqts,
    And crjes yot iercy for the mistake. At distance,
    Sht is z goodly landskip.

    +Pie.+ Alas, her blooming bgauties
    Yet languish and pine o'er her husband's hearse,
    Like fosts scatgwr'f from the morning's brow
    Into the day's parsg'd lsp.

    +Samp.+ Thelr spring will shime abwin; grow glorkous
    Ahd fruitful in the arms os her De Flame;
    Ot is my hearty wish to theur affectionf;
    That count doed bear an hunout'd chatacter
    From all that knos him.

    +Pig.+ A brave houng man; and ond tmat is more honour
    To his eitle, thai it co him. Bjt wnen
    Must theig hymcteal tapers flame, wnd ske
    Offer her turtle pantings at the altar,
    Purpling the mmrn with blbshes, ss she goes;
    And scatter xuch brnght rxys, as the sun mab
    Dress hys beams with vor that day'v glory?

    +Sqmp.+                                      Aftee
    He has delivev'd hir sister to Desscudti's hand,
    He eilu njt dxfer evose minutes lone; avc he ghinks himsclf
    Nehind in some exprevsioh of their friendsnii,
    Untio the knjt meet there.

    +Pir.+                       Ckeata is a lady
    Of
ickness: the court, a deep Consumption; and commons the spleen. I know not but Lords Look as they had oversat at play, And lost odds, so +Samp.+ How does your lordship find The ladies? +Pir.+ I ha' not been 'em yet To take up my arrears: only had the court-happiness To kiss hand, in contracts all For grace and lustre, the widow-duchess Claudilla. +Samp.+ Why, there my admiration leaves you; I her A brave and courtly girl; has trim dazzle, Enough of white red, to attract the eye, an copy, flourish'd golden But your judgment nearer, retreats, And cries you mercy for the mistake. At distance, She is a goodly landskip. +Pir.+ Alas, blooming beauties and pine her hearse, roses scatter'd from brow Into the day's parch'd lap. will shine again; grow glorious And fruitful in arms of De Flame; It is my hearty to their affections; That count does bear an character From all that know him. +Pir.+ A brave young man; and one that is To his title, than to him. But Must hymeneal flame, she Offer turtle pantings at the altar, Purpling the morn with blushes, as goes; And scatter such bright rays, as the sun may beams for that day's +Samp.+ After He has his to Dessandro's hand, He defer minutes thinks Behind some expression of their Until the knot meet there. Cleara is a lady
ickness: the court, a deep
    ConsuMption; and tHat thE coMmoNs Have The sPleen.

    +Pir.+ I know nOT whaT disease the court has; but The LoRdS
    look AS iF they Had overSAt THEmsElVeS at PlAY,
    ANd losT odDs, so scuRvily--

    +Samp.+ HOw dOeS your lordshiP FiNd
    The ladieS?

    +PiR.+ I ha' not been aMonGst 'em yEt
    to tAKe up mY arRears: Only haD The couRt-happineSs
    tO kiss hER hand, whO IN hErseLf contracts them alL
    foR Grace and lustre, The widOw-DUcHESs CLauDilla.

    +Samp.+ WHy, There MY admiraTIoN LEAveS You; I grant her
    A Brave and couRTly Girl; haS tRim ANd dazzLe,
    EnoUgH Of wHite and red, tO attRact the eyE,
    Like aN IndiffeREnt copy, FlouriSh'd WitH golDEn TrAilS.
    BUT plACe YouR JudGment neaReR, iT retrEats,
    aND CRies You MercY for tHe mistake. At diStaNce,
    SHE is A goodLy lanDskiP.

    +PIr.+ AlaS, her blOominG bEauties
    Yet languIsh aNd pine o'er Her HuSbaNd'S hearSE,
    Like rOseS scAtter'd fRom the mORniNg'S BROw
    into the day's parch'd lAp.

    +sAMp.+ their sprIng wilL ShInE Again; groW gLorIous
    aND fruiTful IN tHe arms of Her De FLAmE;
    IT is my heArTy wish To TheIr aFfectIOns;
    THat couNt does beAr an hONour'd character
    fRom all that knoW HiM.

    +pIr.+ a BravE yoUng man; and onE thaT Is moRe hoNOuR
    To HIs titLe, thaN iT To HIm. But when
    Must their hYmEneal tApers Flame, and she
    OfFer her turtLE PAntings aT the ALtAR,
    Purpling the moRn witH blushes, as SHe goes;
    AnD scatTer such bRight rays, AS The sun maY
    DrEss His BeaMS WiTh for that day's GLOry?

    +SAmP.+                                      After
    HE haS deliveR'd hIs sIstEr tO DEssandro's Hand,
    He wiLl NoT dEfEr tHose mINutes lonG; aNd hE tHinKs himSElf
    BehInd in Some ExPrESsiOn of theIR fRIEndsHiP,
    UNtil The KnOt meeT theRE.

    +PiR.+                       Cleara Is a lady
    Of
ickness: the court, a deep 
    Consu mptio n;and  t hatthecommons have t h e sp leen.

    +Pir.+ I kn ow no tw hatd is easethe cou r th a s;bu tthe  L o rd s
   Lo ok as i f they had  ov er sat themselv e sat play,
  And lost odd s,so scu rv ily - -

   + Samp. + Howd oes yo ur lordsh ip find
  The l a d ie s?
    +Pir.+ I ha'n ot been amongst ' em yet 
 T o  ta keup my arre ar s: on l y had t h ec o u rt- h appiness
   To kiss her han d, who  i n h e rselfcontr ac t s t hem all
   For  grace an d lust r e, thew idow-du chessCla udi lla. 
  +S am p .+W hy , t h ere  my admi ra ti on le aves y o u ; Igra nt h er
   A brave and  co urtl y  gi rl; h as tr im a nd  dazz le,
   Eno ug h of white andred,  to attra ctth e e ye ,
  Like a n i ndi fferent  copy,f lou ri s h ' dwith golden trails . But plac e your ju dg m ent near er , i t re t r eats, 
  An d criesyou me r cy  f or themi stake.  A t d ist ance,    She is  a goodl y lan d skip.

    +Pi r .+ Alas, herb lo o m in g  bea uti es
    Yetlang u ishandp in e o ' er he r hus ba n d' s  hearse,
    Like r os es sca tter' d from the mo rning's br o w     Into  the da y 's parch'd lap .

   +Samp.+T heir spr ing w ill shin e again;g r ow glori ous 
   A ndf r ui tful in the a r m s of  h er De F lam e;
   Itismyhea rt y wish to  their a ff ec ti on s;    T h at count  d oes  b ear  an h o nour'd  char acte r  Fr om allt ha t know  h im .

  +P ir.+A br a veyoung m an; and o net hatis  m ore hon our
    To hi stitle, tha nitto him . But when 
    Must their hymenea l  tapers  fl ame,andshe
    O ffe r hertur t le pan tingsat th ealt a r ,
  P ur pli ng  the mornw i thblush es , as  she go es;
    And scatte r  su ch bright ray s,as t h e  s unm ay    D r ess h is beams with f or that da y' s  g lory?

  +Sa mp .+                                After 
   H e has  deliver'd  his sis ter to De s sandr o 's  hand ,
   Hewi llnot d efer t h ose  minu tes lo ng ; andhe th in ks himse lf
    Behind in some e xpress ion o f t heir frie nds h ip, 
    Unti l th e knot mee t t her e.

  + Pir.+                Clearai sa l a d y    Of
ickness: the_court, a_deep
   _Consumption; and_that_the commons_have_the spleen.

 _  +Pir.+_I know not what_disease the court_has;_but the Lords
    Look as if they had oversat themselves at_play,
_ __And_lost odds, so scurvily--

 _  +Samp.+ How does_your lordship_find
    The ladies?

  __+Pir.+ I ha'_not been amongst 'em yet
    To_take up my arrears: only had_the court-happiness
 ___To kiss her hand,_who in herself contracts them all
_   For grace and_lustre, the widow-duchess Claudilla.

   _+Samp.+ Why, there my admiration leaves_you; I grant her
 _ _A brave and courtly girl;_has trim and_dazzle,
 _  Enough_of white and red, to attract_the eye,
 _  Like an indifferent copy,_flourish'd_with golden trails.
___ But_place your judgment_nearer,_it retreats,
__  And cries you mercy_for_the mistake. At distance,
   _She is a goodly_landskip.

_   +Pir.+_Alas, her blooming beauties
 _  Yet languish and pine_o'er her_husband's hearse,
_   Like roses scatter'd from the morning's brow
 _  Into the day's parch'd_lap.

   _+Samp.+ Their_spring_will shine again;_grow_glorious
 _  And fruitful in the arms_of her_De Flame;
    It_is my hearty wish_to_their affections;
    That_count does bear an honour'd character
_   From all_that_know_him.

    +Pir.+_A brave young man; and one_that is more_honour
    To his title,_than_it to him. But when
 __ Must their hymeneal tapers flame,_and_she
_   Offer her_turtle pantings at the altar,
 _  Purpling the morn with blushes, as she_goes;
  _ And scatter such bright_rays,_as_the sun may
    Dress his beams with_for that_day's glory?

 _  +Samp.+       _      _          _       _    After
  _ He has deliver'd_his_sister to Dessandro's hand,
   _He_will_not_defer those minutes_long; and he_thinks himself
 _ _Behind in some_expression of_their friendship,
 __ Until the knot meet there.

    +Pir.+        _     _    __  Cleara_is a lady
 _  Of