And weare it as a Fauour; a ƒteele Helmet
Made horrid with a glorious Plume, will cracke 55 His womans necke.
Leoƒt. No more of him, the motiue's
That Corinth giues vs ayde: Timag. The common danger
For Sicily being afire, ƒhe is not ƒafe;
It being apparant that ambitious Carthage,
That to enlarge her Empire, ƒtriues to faƒten 60 An vniuƒt gripe on vs (that liue free Lords Of Syracuƒa) will not end, till Greece
Acknowledge her their Soueraigne.
Leoƒt. I am ƒatisfied.
What thinke you of our Generall?
Timag. He is a man A Trumpet ƒounds.
Of ƒtrange and reƒerude parts; But a great Souldier. 65 His Trumpets call vs, I'le forbeare his Character. To morrow in the Senate houƒe at large,
He will expreƒƒe himƒelfe.
Leoƒt. Ile follow you. Exeunt.
Cleon, Coriƒca, Gracculo.
Corica. Nay good Chucke.
Cleon. I haue ƒaid it; Stay at home,
I cannot brooke this gadding, you are a faire one,
Beauty inuites temptation, and ƒhort heeles
Are ƒoone tripd vp.
Coriƒca. Deny me? by my honour
You take no pitty on me. I ƒhall ƒwoune 5 As ƒoone as you are abƒent, aƒke my Man elƒe, You know he dares not tell a lie.
You are no ƒooner out of fight, but ƒhee
Does feele ƒtrange qualmes, then ƒends for her young Doctor
Who miniƒters phiƒicke to her, on her backe, 10 Her Ladyhip lying as ƒhe were entranc'd.