Campaspe looketh pleasauntlye, liberty wil encrease her bewty, & my loue shall aduaunce her honour.
|Hep. I will not contrary your maiestie, for time must weare out||120|
(CAMPASPE comes from the studio.)
Alex. How stately she passeth bye, yet how soberly! a sweet consent in her countenance with a chast disdaine, desire mingled with coynesse, and I cannot tell how to tearme it, a curst yeelding
Hep. Let her passe.
Alex. So she shall for the fairest on the earth. Exeunt.
PSYLLUS, MANES, APELLES.
〈Enter PSVLLUS and MANES.〉
Psyllus. I shalbe hanged for tarying so long.
Manes. I pray God my maister be not flowne before I come.
Psyllus. Away Manes! my maister doth come.
〈Exit MANES. APELLES comes from the studio.〉
Apel. Where haue you bin all this while?
|Psyllus. No where but heere.||5|
Apel.Who was here since my comming?
Psyllus. No body.
Apel. Vngratious wag, I perceiue you haue beene a loytering: was Alexander no body?
|Psyllus. He was a king, I meant no meane body.||10|
Apel. I will cogell your body for it, and then will I say it was no bodie, because it was no honeste body. Away in!
Vnfortunate Apelles, and therfore vnfortunate beecause Apelles! Hast thou by drawing her bewty broght to passe that thou canst
|scarse draw thine own breath? And by so much the more hast thou||15|
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Publication information: Book title: The Complete Works of John Lyly. Volume: 2. Contributors: R. Warwick Bond - Author. Publisher: The Clarendon Press. Place of publication: Oxford, England. Publication year: 1902. Page number: 341.
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