I had thought I had been a younger Brother, a poor Gent.
I may eat boldly then.
_Zab._ 'Tis prepar'd for ye.
_Ar._ The taste is perfect, and most delicate:
But why for me? give me some wine, I do drink;
I feel it sensibly, and I am here,
Here in this glorious place: I am bravely us'd too,
Good Gentle Sir, give me leave to think a little,
For either I am much abus'd--
_Zab._ Strike Musick
And sing that lusty Song. [_Musick. Song._
_Ar._ Bewitching harmony!
Sure I am turn'd into another Creature.
_Enter_ Hippolyta.
Happy and blest, _Arnoldo_ was unfortunate;
Ha! bless mine eyes; what pretious piece of nature
To pose the world?
_Zab._ I told you, you would see that
Would darken these poor preparations;
What think ye now? nay rise not, 'tis no vision.
_Ar._ 'Tis more: 'tis miracle.
_Hip._ You are welcom Sir.
_Ar._ It speaks, and entertains me still more glorious;
She is warm, and this is flesh here: how she stirs me!
Bless me what stars are there?
_Hip._ May I sit near ye?
_Ar._ No, you are too pure an object to behold,
Too excellent to look upon, and live;
I must remove.
_Zab._ She is a woman Sir,
Fy, what faint heart is this?
_Arn.
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