Spa. I do beseech you, madam, send away
Your other women, and receive from me
A few sad words,
which, set against your joys,
May make em shine the more.
Pan. Sirs, leave me all.
[Exeunt Women.
Spa. I kneel a stranger here, to beg a thing
[Kneels.
Unfit for me to ask, and you to grant.
Tis such another strange ill-laid request,
As if a beggar should entreat
a king
To leave his sceptre and his throne to him,
And take his rags to wander oer the world,
Hungry and
cold. Pan. That were a strange request.
Spa. As ill is mine.
Pan. Then do not utter it.
Spa. Alas, tis of that nature, that it must
Be utterd, ay, and granted, or I die!
I am ashamed to speak
it; but where life
Lies at the stake, I cannot think her woman,
That will not talk something unreasonably
To
hazard saving of it. I shall seem
A strange petitioner, that wish all ill
To them I beg of, ere they give me
aught;
Yet so I must: I would you were not fair,
Nor wise, for in your ill consists my good:
If you were foolish,
you would hear my prayer;
If foul, you had not power to hinder me;
He would not love you.
Pan. Whats the meaning of it?
Spa. Nay, my request is more without the bounds
Of reason yet: for tis not in the power
Of you to do,
what I would have you grant.
Pan. Why, then, tis idle. Prythee speak it out.
Spa. Your brother brings a prince into this land,
Of such a noble shape, so sweet a grace,
So full of worth
withal, that every maid
That looks upon him gives away herself
To him for ever; and for you to have
He
brings him: And so mad is my demand,
That I desire you not to have this man,
This excellent man; for
whom you needs must die,
If you should miss him. I do now expect
You should laugh at me.
Pan. Trust me, I could weep
Rather; for I have found in all thy words
A strange disjointed sorrow.
Spa. Tis by me
His own desire so, that you would not love him.
Pan. His own desire! Why, credit me, Thalestris,
I am no common wooer: If he shall woo me,
His worth
may be such, that I dare not swear
I will not love him; but if he will stay
To have me woo him, I will promise
thee
He may keep all his graces to himself,
And fear no ravishing from me.
Spa. Tis yet
His own desire; but when he sees your face,
I fear, it will not be: therefore I charge you,
As
you have pity, stop those tender ears
From his enchanting voice; close up those eyes:
That you may neither
catch a dart from him,
Nor he from you. I charge you, as you hope
To live in quiet; for when I am dead,
For
certain I shall walk to visit him,
If he break promise with me. For as fast
As oaths, without a formal ceremony,
Can
make me, I am to him.
Pan. Then be fearless;
For if he were a thing twixt God and man,
I could gaze on him (if I knew it sin
To
love him) without passion. Dry your eyes:
I swear, you shall enjoy him still for me;
I will not hinder you.
But I perceive,
You are not what you seem: Rise, rise, Thalestris,
If your right name be so.