_Hip._ Could any one that lov'd this wholesome counsel
But love the giver more? you make me fonder:
You have a vertuous mind, I want that ornament;
Is it a sin I covet to enjoy ye?
If ye imagine I am too free a Lover,
And act that part belongs to you, I am silent:
Mine eyes shall speak my blushes, parly with ye;
I will not touch your hand, but with a tremble
Fitting a Vestal Nun; not long to kiss ye,
But gently as the Air, and undiscern'd too,
I'le steal it thus: I'le walk your shadow by ye,
So still and silent that it shall be equal,
To put me off, as that, and when I covet,
To give such toyes as these--
_Arn._ A new temptation--
_Hip._ Thus like the lazie minutes will I drop 'em,
Which past once are forgotten.
_Arn._ Excellent vice!
_Hip._ Will ye be won? look stedfastly upon me,
Look manly, take a mans affections to you;
Young women, in the old world were not wont, Sir,
To hang out gaudy bushes for their beauties,
To talk themselves into young mens affections;
How cold and dull you are!
_Arn._ How I stagger!
She is wise, as fair; but 'tis a wicked wisdom;
I'le choak before I yield.
_Hip._ Who waits within there? [Zabulon _within.
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