Of theſe libidinous beaſts, that haue not left
One cruell act vndone, that Barbarous conqueſt,
Yet euer practis'd in a captiue Citie.
|He doting on your beauty, and to haue fellowes||20|
Vpon the Wiues and Daughters of their Lords:
And he to quench the fire of his baſe luſt,
|By force comes to enioy you: doe not wring Cleora wrings||25|
That may preſerue you. 'Tis no crime to breake
A vow, when you are forc'd to it; ſhew your face,
And with the maieſtie of commanding beautie,
Strike dead his looſe affections; if that faile, 30
Giue libertie to your tongue, and vſe entreaties,
There cannot be a breaſt of fleſh, and bloud,
Or heart ſo made of flint, but muſt receiue
Impreſſion from your words; or eies ſo ſterne,
|But from the cleere reflection of your teares||35|
Can onely weepe your fortune; here he comes.
Piſander. He that aduances Enter Piſander ſpeaking at the doore.
|A foot beyond this, comes vpon my ſword.||40|
Timandra. Speake gently,
Her feares may kill her elſe.
Piſander. Now loue inſpire me!
Still ſhall this Canopie of enuious night
Obſcure my Suns of comfort? and thoſe dainties
|Of pureſt white and red, which I take in at||45|
And you infringe no vow, though you vouchſafe,
To giue them warrant, to conuey vnto
|Your vnderſtanding parts, the ſtory of||50|
Not Fortune but aſſection markes your ſlaue.