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22 Young bashful brides put on. Sure, you are new married!

Ant.Yes, madam, to your grief.

Asp.Alas, poor wenches! Go learn to love first; learn to lose yourselves; Learn to be flatter'd, and believe, and bless The double tongue that did it. Make a faith Out of the miracles of ancient lovers, Such as speak truth, and died in't, and, like me, Believe all faithful, and be miserable. Did you ne'er love yet, wenches? Speak, Olympias; Thou hast an easy temper, fit for stamp.

Olymp.Never.

Asp.Nor you, Antiphila?

Amin.Nor I.

Asp.Then, my good girls, be more than women, wise: At least be more than I was; and be sure You credit anything the light gives light to, Before a man. Rather believe the sea Weeps for the ruin'd merchant, when he roars; Rather, the wind courts but the pregnant sails, When the strong cordage cracks; rather, the sun Comes but to kiss the fruit in wealthy autumn, When all falls blasted. If you needs must love, (Forced by ill fate) take to your maiden bosoms Two dead-cold aspicks, and of them make lovers: They cannot flatter, nor forswear; one kiss Makes a long peace for all. But man, Oh, that beast man! Come, let's be sad, my girls! That down-cast of thine eye, Olympias, Shows a fine sorrow. Mark, Antiphila; Just such another was the nymph Œnone, When Paris brought home Helen. Now, a tear; And then thou art a piece expressing fully The Carthage queen, when, from a cold sea-rock, Full with her sorrow, she tied fast her eyes To the fair Trojan ships; and, having lost them, Just as thine eyes do, down stole a tear. Antiphila, What would this wench do, if she were Aspatia? Here she would stand, till some more pitying god Turn'd her to marble! 'Tis enough, my wench! Show me the piece of needlework you wrought.

Ant.Of Ariadne, madam?

Asp.Yes, that piece.— This should be Theseus; he has a cozening face: You meant him for a man?

Ant.He was so, Madam.

Asp.Why, then, 'tis well enough, never look back, You have a full Wind, and a false heart, Theseus; Does not the Story say, his Keel was split, Or his Masts spent, or some kind Rock or other Met