_Cal._ Kiss you at first my Lord? 'tis no fair fashion, Our lips are like Rose buds, blown with mens breaths, They lose both sap and savour; there's my hand Sir.
_Eumen._ Fie, fie, my Lord, this is too rude.
_Mem._ Unhand me, Consume me if I hurt her; good sweet Lady Let me but look upon thee.
_Cal._ Mercy, Is this the man they talkt of for a Souldier, So absolute and Excellent: O the Gods, If I were given to that vanitie Of making sport with men for ignorance, What a most precious subject had I purchas'd! Speak for him Gentlemen: some one that knows, What the man ails; and can speak sense.
_Clean._ Sure Madam, This fellow has been a rare Hare finder. See how his eyes are set.
_Cal._ Some one goe with me, I'le send him something for his head, poor Gentleman, He's troubled with the staggers.
_Lucip._ Keep him dark, He will run March mad else, the fumes of Battels Ascend into his brains.
_Clean._ Clap to his feet An old Drum head, to draw the thunder downward.
_Cal._ Look to him Gentlemen: farewel, Lord I am sorry We cannot kiss at this time, but believe it We'l find an hour for all: God keep my Children, From being such sweet Souldiers; Softly wenches, Lest we disturb his dream. [_Exeunt_ Calis _and_ Ladies.
_1 Capt._ A strange forgetfulness, yet still he holds it.
_2 Capt._ Though he ne're saw a woman of great fashion Before this day, yet methinks 'tis possible He might imagine what they are, and what Belongs unto 'em: meer report of others.
_Eumen._ Pish, his head had other whimsies in't: my Lord, Death I think y'are struck dumb; my good Lord General.
_Mem._ That I do love ye Madam; and so love ye An't like your grace.
_2 Capt._ He has been studying this speech.
_Mem._ Why where's the Lady, The woman, the fair woman?
_Mem._ The Princess, Give me the Princess.
_Eumen._ Give ye counsel rather To use her like a Princess: Fy my Lord, How have you born your self, how nakedl[y] Laid your soul open, and your ignorance To be a sport to all. Report and honour Drew her to doe you favours, and you bluntly, Without considering what, or who she was, Neither collecting reason, nor distinction.
_Eumen._ All that shews A man unhandsom, undigested dough.
_Eumen._ Dumb and sensless, As though ye had been cut out for your fathers tomb, Or stuck a land-mark; when she spoke unto you, Being the excellence of all our Island, Ye star'd upon her, as ye had seen a monster.