The Laws of Candy | Page 6

humours, and been glad to bear them, Her Brother, my late Master, did
no less: Strong apprehensions of her beauty hath Made her believe that
she is more than woman: And as there did not want those flatterers
'Bout the worlds Conquerour, to make him think, And did perswade
him that he was a god; So there be those base flies, that will not stick
To buzze into her ears she is an Angel, And that the food she feeds on
is Ambrosia.

Gonzalo:
She should not touch it then, 'tis Poets fare.
Gaspero:
I may take leave to say, she may as well Determine of her self to be a
goddess, With lesser flatterie than he a god: For she does conquer more,
although not farther. Every one looks on her, dyes in despair, And
would be glad to do it actually, To have the next age tell how worthily,
And what good cause he had to perish so: Here beauty is superlative,
she knows it, And knowing it, thinks no man can deserve, But ought to
perish, and to dye for her: Many great Princes for her love have
languish'd, And given themselves a willing sacrifice, Proud to have
ended so: And now there is A Prince so madded in his own passions,
That he forgets the Royaltie he was born to, And deems it happiness to
be her slave.
Gonzalo:
You talk as if you meant to winde me in, And make me of the number.
Gaspero:
Sir, mistake me not, the service that I owe ye Shall plead for me: I tell
you what she is, What she expects, and what she will effect, 252]
Unless you be the miracle of men, That come with a purpose to behold,
And goe away your self.
Gonzalo:
I thank you, I will do it: But pray resolve me, How is she stor'd with
wit?
Gaspero:
As with beauty, Infinite, and more to be admired at, Than medled with.
Gonzalo:

And walks her tongue the same gate with her feet?
Gaspero:
Much beyond: what e're her heart thinks, she utters: And so boldly, so
readily, as you would judge It penn'd and studied.
[Enter Erota, Philander, Annophil, Hyparcha, Mochingo Attendants]
Gonzalo:
She comes.
Gaspero:
I must leave you then, But my best wishes shall remain with you.
[Exit.
Gonzalo:
Still I must thank you. This is the most passionate, Most pitifull Prince,
Who in the Caldron of affections, Looks as he had been par-boy'ld.
Philander:
If I offend with too much loving you, It is a fault that I must still
commit, To make your mercy shine the more on me.
Erota:
You are the self-same creature you condemn, Or else you durst not
follow me with hope That I can pity you, who am so far From granting
any comfort in this kind, That you and all men else shall perish first: I
will live free and single, till I find Something above a man to equal me;
Put all your brave Heroes into one, Your Kings and Emperours, and let
him come In person of a man, and I should scorn him: Must, and will
scorn him. The god of love himself hath lost his eyes, His Bow and
Torch extinguish'd, and the Poets That made him first a god, have lost

their fire 253] Since I appear'd, and from my eyes must steal it. This I
dare speak; and let me see the man, Now I have spoke it, that doth, dare
deny; Nay, not believe it.
Mochingo:
He is mad that does not.
Erota:
Have not all the nations of the Earth heard of me? Most come to see me,
and seeing me, return'd Full of my praises? teaching their Chroniclers
To make their Stories perfect? for where the name, Merely the word of
fair Erota stands, It is a lasting History to time, Begetting admiration in
the men, And in my own Sex envie: which glorie's lost, When I shall
stick my beautie in a cloud, And clearly shine through it.
Gonzalo:
This woman's in the altitudes, and he must be A good Astrologer shall
know her Zodiack.
Philander:
For any man to think Himself an able purchaser of you, But in the
bargain there must be declar'd Infinite bounty: otherwise I vow, By all
that's excellent and gracious in you, I would untenant every hope lodg'd
in me, And yield my self up loves, or your own Martyr.
Erota:
So you shall please us.
Philander:
O you cannot be So heavenly, and so absolute in all things, And yet
retain such cruel tyranny.
Erota:

I can, I do, I will.
Gonzalo:
She is in her Moods, and her Tenses: I'le Grammer with you, And make
a trial how I can decline you: By your leave (great Lady.)