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23 Met with his vessel?

Ant.Not as I remember.

Asp.It should ha' been so; could the Gods know this, And none of all their number raise a storm? But they are all as ill. This false smile was well exprest; Just such another caught me; you shalt not go so, Antiphila, In this Place work a Quicksand, And over it a shallow smiling Water, And his Ship ploughing it; and then a Fear. Do that Fear to the Life, Wench.

Ant.'Twill wrong the story.

Asp.'Twill make the story, wrong'd by wanton poets, Live long, and be believed. But where's the lady?

Ant.There, madam.

Asp.Fie! you have miss'd it here, Antiphila, You are much mistaken, wench: These colours are not dull and pale enough To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me; Do it again, by me, the lost Aspatia, And you shall find all true but the wild island. Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now, Mine arms thus, and mine hair blown with the wind, Wild as that desart; and let all about me Be teachers of my story. Do my face (If thou hadst ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila: Strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument! And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and, behind me, Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches! A miserable Life of this poor Picture.

Olym.Dear Madam!

Asp.I have done. Sit down; and let us Upon that point fix all our eyes; that point there. Make a dull silence, till you feel a sudden sadness Give us new souls.

Enter CALIANAX.

Cal.The king may do this, and he may not do it: My child is wrong'd, disgraced.—Well, how now, hus-wives! What, at your ease? Is this a time to sit still? up, you young lazy whores, up, or I'll swinge you.

Olymp.Nay, good my lord.

Cal.You'll lie down shortly. Get you in, and work; What are you grown so resty? You want Ears. We shall have some of the Court-Boys do that Office.

Ant.My Lord, we do no more than we are charg'd:  It