[Oo-browser-discuss] ce? are they born to it

[Hesselbach <ro...@ba...>]

The only man I must confess I ever fixt mine eye on, And bring along all
promises that please us, Yet I should hate ye then, despise ye, scorn
ye, And with as much contempt pursue your person, As now I do with love.
But you are wiser, At least I think, more master of your fortune, And so
I drink your health. _Arn._ Hold fast good honesty, I am a lost man
else. _Hip._ Now you may kiss me, 'Tis the first kiss, I ever askt, I
swear to ye. _Arn._ That I dare do sweet Lady. _Hip._ You do it well
too; You are a Master Sir, that makes you coy. _Arn._ Would you would
send your people off. _Hip._ Well thought on. Wait all without. [_Exit_
Zab. _and Servants._ _Zab._ I hope she is pleas'd throughly. _Hip._ Why
stand ye still? here's no man to detect ye, My people are gone off:
come, come, leave conjuring, The Spirit you would raise, is here
already, Look boldly on me. _Arn._ What would you have me do? _Hip._ O
most unmanly question! have you do? Is't possible your years should want
a Tutor? I'le teach ye: come, embrace me. _Arn._ Fye stand off; And give
me leave, more now than e're, to wonder, A building of so goodly a
proportion, Outwardly all exact, the frame of Heaven, Should hide within
so base inhabitants? You are as fair, as if the morning bare ye,
Imagination never made a sweeter; Can it be possible this frame should
suffer, And built on slight affections, fright the viewer? Be excellent
in all, as you are outward, The worthy Mistress of those many blessings
Heaven has bestowed, make 'em appear still nobler, Because they are
trusted to a weaker keeper. Would ye have me love ye? _Hip._ Yes. _Arn._
Not for your beauty; Though I confess, it blowes the first fire in us,
Time as he passes by, puts out that sparkle; Nor for your wealth,
although the world kneel to it, And make it all addition to a woman,
Fortune that ruines all, makes