_Eros_. Yes indeed Sir,
Far, far above.
_Sep._ Why, why so coy? 'pray ye tell me
We are alone.
_Eros_. I am much asham'd we are so.
_Sep._ You want a new Gown now, & a handsom Petticoat,
A Skarf, and some odd toyes: I have gold here ready,
Thou shal[t] have any thing.
_Eros_. I want your absence:
Keep on your way, I care not for your company.
_Sep._ How? how? you are very short: do you know me _Eros_?
And what I have been to ye?
_Eros_. Yes I know ye:
And I hope I shall forget ye: Whilst you were honest
I lov'd ye too.
_Sep._ Honest? come prethee kiss me.
_Eros_. I kiss no knaves, no Murderers, no Beasts,
No base betrayers of those men that fed 'em,
I hate their looks; and though I may be wanton,
I scorn to nourish it with bloody purchase,
Purchase so foully got; I pray ye unhand me
I had rather touch the plague, than one unworthy:
Goe seek some Mistris that a horse may marry,
And keep her company, she is too good for ye. [_Exit._
_Sep._ Marry this goes near; now I perceive I am hatefull,
When this light stuff can distinguish, it grows dangerous,
For mony, seldom they refuse a Leper:
But sure I am more odious, more diseas'd too:
_Enter three lame_ Souldiers.
It sits cold here; what are these? three poor Souldiers?
Both poor and lame: their misery may make 'em
A little look upon me, and adore me,
If these will keep me company, I am made yet.
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