The Mad Lover, a Tragi-Comedy. Beaumont Francis

      Cle. Talk not so big, Sir, you will fright the Princess.

      Mem. Ha.

      Lucippe. No forsooth.

      Cal. I know ye have done wonders.

      Mem. I have and will do more and greater, braver;

      And for your beauty miracles, name that Kingdom

      And take your choice.

      Cal. Sir I am not ambitious.

      Mem. Ye shall be, 'tis the Child of Glory: she that I love

      Whom my desires shall magnifie, time stories,

      And all the Empires of the Earth.

      Cle. I would fain ask him —

      Lucip. Prithee be quiet, he will beat us both else.

      Cle. What will ye make me then, Sir?

      Mem. I will make thee

      Stand still and hold thy peace; I have a heart, Lady.

      Cal. Ye were a monster else.

      Mem. A loving heart,

      A truly loving heart.

      Cal. Alas, how came it?

      Mem. I would you had it in your hand, sweet Lady,

      To see the truth it bears you.

      Cal. Do you give it.

      Lucip. That was well thought upon.

      Cle. 'Twill put him to't Wench.

      Cal. And you shall see I dare accept it, Sir,

      Tak't in my hand and view it: if I find it

      A loving and a sweet heart, as you call it,

      I am bound, I am.

      Mem. No more, I'll send it to ye,

      As I have honour in me, you shall have it.

      Cle. Handsomly done, Sir, and perfum'd by all means,

      The Weather's warm, Sir.

      Mem. With all circumstance.

      Lucip. A Napkin wrought most curiously.

      Mem. Divinely.

      Cle. Put in a Goblet of pure Gold.

      Mem. Yes in Jacinth

      That she may see the Spirit through.

      Lucip. Ye have greas'd him

      For chewing love again in haste.

      Cle. If he should do it.

      Cal. If Heaven should fall we should have larks; he do it!

      Cle. See how he thinks upon't.

      Cal. He will think these three years

      Ere he prove such an Ass, I lik't his offer,

      There was no other way to put him off else.

      Mem. I will do it —

      Lady expect my heart.

      Cal. I do, Sir.

      Mem. Love it, for 'tis a heart that – and so I leave ye. [Exit Mem.

      Cle. Either he is stark mad,

      Or else I thinks he means it.

      Cal. He must be stark mad

      Or else he will never do it, 'tis vain Glory,

      And want of judgment that provokes this in him;

      Sleep and Society cures all: his heart?

      No, no, good Gentleman there's more belongs to't,

      Hearts are at higher prices, let's go in

      And there examine him a little better.

      Shut all the doors behind for fear he follow,

      I hope I have lost a lover, and am glad on't. [Ex. Lady.