Arn. Would you would send your people off.

Hip. Well thought on.  Wait all without. [Exit Zab. and Servants.

Zab. I hope she is pleas’d throughly.

Hip. Why stand ye still? here’s no man to detect ye, My people are gone off:  come, come, leave conjuring, The Spirit you would raise, is here already, Look boldly on me.

Arn. What would you have me do?

Hip. O most unmanly question! have you do?  Is’t possible your years should want a Tutor?  I’le teach ye:  come, embrace me.

Arn. Fye stand off;
And give me leave, more now than e’re, to wonder,
A building of so goodly a proportion,
Outwardly all exact, the frame of Heaven,
Should hide within so base inhabitants? 
You are as fair, as if the morning bare ye,
Imagination never made a sweeter;
Can it be possible this frame should suffer,
And built on slight affections, fright the viewer? 
Be excellent in all, as you are outward,
The worthy Mistress of those many blessings
Heaven has bestowed, make ’em appear still nobler,
Because they are trusted to a weaker keeper. 
Would ye have me love ye?

Hip. Yes.

Arn. Not for your beauty;
Though I confess, it blowes the first fire in us,
Time as he passes by, puts out that sparkle;
Nor for your wealth, although the world kneel to it,
And make it all addition to a woman,
Fortune that ruines all, makes that his conquest;
Be honest, and be vertuous, I’le admire ye,
At least be wise, and where ye lay these nets,
Strow over ’em a little modesty,
’Twill well become your cause, and catch more Fools.

Hip. Could any one that lov’d this wholesome counsel
But love the giver more? you make me fonder: 
You have a vertuous mind, I want that ornament;
Is it a sin I covet to enjoy ye? 
If ye imagine I am too free a Lover,
And act that part belongs to you, I am silent: 
Mine eyes shall speak my blushes, parly with ye;
I will not touch your hand, but with a tremble
Fitting a Vestal Nun; not long to kiss ye,
But gently as the Air, and undiscern’d too,
I’le steal it thus:  I’le walk your shadow by ye,
So still and silent that it shall be equal,
To put me off, as that, and when I covet,
To give such toyes as these—­

Arn. A new temptation—­

Hip. Thus like the lazie minutes will I drop ’em, Which past once are forgotten.

Arn. Excellent vice!

Hip. Will ye be won? look stedfastly upon me,
Look manly, take a mans affections to you;
Young women, in the old world were not wont, Sir,
To hang out gaudy bushes for their beauties,
To talk themselves into young mens affections;
How cold and dull you are!

Arn. How I stagger!  She is wise, as fair; but ’tis a wicked wisdom; I’le choak before I yield.