_Come hither you that hope, and you that cry,_ _leave off complaining,_ _Youth, strength, and beauty, that shall never dye,_ _are here remaining._ _Come hither fools, and blush, you stay so long_ _from being blest,_ _And mad men worse than you, that suffer wrong,_ _Yet seek no rest._ _And in an hour, with my enchanting Song,_ _You shall be ever pleas'd, and young maids long._
_Enter_ Lelia, _and her Maid with a Night-gown and_ _Slippers_.
_Lel._ Sir you are welcom hither, as this kiss Given with a larger freedom than the use Of strangers will admit, shall witness to you. Put the gown on him, in this chair sit down; Give him his slippers: be not so amaz'd, Here's to your health, and you shall feel this wine Stir lively in me, in the dead of night, Give him some wine; fall to your banquet Sir, And let us grow in mirth; though I am set Now thus far off you, yet four glasses hence I will sit here, And try, till both our bloods Shoot up and down to find a passage out, Then mouth to mouth will we walk up to bed, And undress one another as we go; Where both my treasure, body, and my soul Are your's to be dispos'd of.
_Fa._ Umh, umh.--_Makes signs of his white head & [b]eard._
_Lel._ You are old, Is that your meaning? why, you are to me The greater novelty, all our fresh youth Are daily offer'd me, though you perform As you think little, yet you satisfie My appetite: from your experience I may learn something in the way of lust I may be better for. But I can teach These young ones; But this day I did refuse A paire of 'em, _Julio_, and _Angelo_, And told them they were as they were Raw fools and whelps. [Ang. _makes discontented signs_.
[Sidenote: _Maid laies her finger cross_ _her mouth to him._]
[_Stops his ears, shews he is troubled with the Musick._
_Lel._ Peace there, that musique, now Sir speak To me.
_Lel._ Why? would you have her gone? you need not keep Your freedom in for her; she knows my life That she might write it; Think she is a stone. She is a kind of bawdy Confessor, And will not utter secrets.
_Lel._ Be gone then, since he needs will have it so, 'Tis all one. [_Exit Maid.--Fath. locks the door._ Is all now as you would? come meet me then, And bring a thousand kisses on thy lips, And I will rob thee of 'em, and yet leave Thy lips as wealthy as they were before.