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188 Prepare to revels, all that can be thought on;

But let each man still keep his shape.

[They unbind him. All bow to him

Orsabrin. Ha! another false smile of Fortune? [They bring out several suits of clothes and a banquet Is this the place

The gowned clerks do fright men so on earth with?

Would I had been here before!

Master devil, to whose use are these set out?

Peridor. To yours, sir.

Orsabrin. I'll make bold to change a little. [Takes a hat, dresses himself Could you not

Afford a good plain sword to all this gallantry?

Peridor. We'll see, sir.

Orsabrin. A thousand times civiller

Than men, and better natur'd!

Tamoren. All leave the room.

Peridor. I like not this.

Tamoren. Cupid, do thou the rest!

A blunter arrow, and but slackly drawn,

Would perfect what's begun:

When young and handsome meet, the work's half done.

Orsabrin. She cannot be

Less than a goddess, and't must be Proserpine.

I'll speak to her, though Pluto's self stood by—

Thou beauteous queen of this dark world, that mak'st

A place so like a hell so like a heaven!

Instruct me in what form I must approach thee,

And how adore thee.

Reginella. Tell me what thou art first; for such a creature

Mine eyes did never yet behold!

Orsabrin. I am that which they name above a man.

I' th' wat'ry elements I much have liv'd;

HndAnd [sic] there they term me Orsabrin.

AaveHave [sic] you a name, too?

Reginella. Why do you ask?