Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ... Facetiae : Musarum deliciae, or, The Muses recreation, conteining ...

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330 fancies and Fantasticks.Yet one thing more do not forget,Afore that I doe doe this feat,Forgot before ;That she a Virgin be, and neat,Of whom two sonnes I may beget ;I aske no more.Let the?m be Barons, and impartTo each a million for his part ;I thee implore.That when I long life have led,I may have heaven when I am dead :\ ask no more.,ob/tf;Iwnc^'cf Its 0or{i amri-ibTA Dialogue between Icarus, and surprized Phillida.Phil. Prette sweet-one look on me,Faine I would thy captive be,Bound by thee is Liberty..rijr:fiAIcar. Be not so unkindly wise,6f your looks will bribe my eyes,To divulge where my heart lyes.Phil. If they doe, thou need'st not feare,By my innocence I sweare,I'll but place another there.Icar. That's my feare, 1 dare not prove,Nor my resolution move.'Cause I know you are in love.

Fancies and Faniasticks. 331Phil. Lov'd Icarus, and if I be,I know it cannot injure thee :Love and beauty will agree.fear.Oh you do my hearing wrong,I have turn'd my eyes thus long%To be captiv'd by your tongue.Phil.Then my hours are happy spent,If my tongue give such content,It shall be thy Instrument.Icar. But be sure you use it then,Thus unto no other men,Lest that I grow deaf agen. \\Fideliiti and his silent Mris. flora.Fid. My dearest Flora can you love me ?Flo. Prethee prove me.Fid. Shall I have your hand to kisse ?Fid.Fid.Fid.Flo. Yes, yes.On this whiten esse let me sweare,Flo. No, pray forbeare.I love you dearer then mine eyes.Flo. Be wise.I prize no happinesse like you.Flo. Will you be true ?Fid. As is the Turtle to her Mate.Flo. I hate.

Fancies and Faniasticks. 331Phil. Lov'd Icarus, and if I be,I know it cannot injure thee :Love and beauty will agree.fear.Oh you do my hearing wrong,I have turn'd my eyes thus long%To be captiv'd by your tongue.Phil.<strong>The</strong>n my hours are happy spent,If my tongue give such content,It shall be thy Instrument.Icar. But be sure you use it then,Thus unto no other men,Lest that I grow deaf agen. \\Fideliiti and his silent Mris. fl<strong>or</strong>a.Fid. My dearest Fl<strong>or</strong>a can you love me ?Flo. Prethee prove me.Fid. Shall I have your hand to kisse ?Fid.Fid.Fid.Flo. Yes, yes.On this whiten esse let me sweare,Flo. No, pray f<strong>or</strong>beare.I love you dearer then mine eyes.Flo. Be wise.I prize no happinesse like you.Flo. Will you be true ?Fid. As is the Turtle to her Mate.Flo. I hate.

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