we goe, I’le leave this lesson, And let him study it:  first Rogue, then Pander, Next Devil that will be; get thee from mens presence, And where the name of Souldier has been heard of Be sure thou live not:  to some hungry desert Where thou canst meet with nothing but thy conscience, And that in all the shapes of all thy vill[anie]s Attend thee still, where bruit Beasts will abhor thee, And even the Sun will shame to give thee light, Goe hide thy head:  or if thou think’st it fitter Goe hang thy self.

  Dol. Hark to that clause.

  Sce. And that speedily,
  That nature may be eas’d of such a Monster. [Exit.

Sep. Yet all this moves not me:  nor reflects on me:  I keep my gold still, and my confidence, Their want of breeding makes these fellows murmur, Rude valors, so I let ’em pass; rude honours:  There is a wench yet, that I know, affects me And company for a King:  a young plump villain, That when she sees this gold, she’l leap upon me.

    Enter Eros.

  And here she comes:  I am sure of her at midnight,
  My pretty Eros welcom.

  Eros.  I have business.

  Sep. Above my love, thou canst not.

  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.

  1 Sol. The pleasure Caesar sleeps in, makes us miserable,
  We are forgot, our maims and dangers laugh’d at;
  He Banquets, and we beg.