Thy Bread bee frownes, thy Drinke bee Gall
Such as when you Phao call
The Bed thou lyest on by Despaire; 145 Thy sleepe, fond dreames; thy dreames long Care;
Hope (like thy foole) at thy Beds head,
Mocke thee, till Madnesse strike thee Dead;
As Phao, thou dost mee, with thy proud Eyes;
In thee poore Sapho liues, for thee shee dies. 150
〈The curtains close.〉
MILETA, Phao, ISMENA, Sapho, Venus.
〈Enter MILETA and Phao.〉
Mileta. I woulde eyther your cunning, Phao, or your fortune might by simples prouoke my Lady to some slumber.
Phao. My simples are in operation as my simplicitie is, which if they do litle good, assuredly they can doe no harme.
Mileta. Were I sicke, the verye sight of thy faire face would driue 5 me into a sound sleepe.
Phao. Indeede Gentlewomen are so drowsie in their desires, that they can scarce hold vp their eies for loue.
Mileta. I meane the delight of bewtie would so blinde my senses, as I shoulde bee quickly rocked into a deepe rest. 10
Phao. You women haue an excuse for an aduauntage, which must be allowed: because onely to you women it was allotted.
Mileta. Phao, thou art passing faire, & able to drawe a chaste eie not only to glaunce, but to gaze on thee. Thy yong yeares, thy quick wit, thy staied desires are of force to controll those which 15 should commaund.
Phao. Lady, I forgot to commend you first, and leaste I shoulde haue ouerslipped to praise you at all, you haue brought in my bewtie, which is simple, that in curtisie I might remember yours, which is singular. 20
Mileta. You mistake of purpose, or miscõster of malice.
Phao. I am as farre from malice, as you from loue, & to mistake of purpose, were to mislike of peeuishnes.____________________