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<HEAD>The Langui&s;hing LOVER Cured, And the Coy LADY by <HI>Cupid</HI> Converted.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<P>In a Pa&s;&s;ionate Di&s;cour&s;e of Love, between <HI>Florio, Cupid,</HI> and <HI>Philida.</HI></P>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Hang &s;orrow ca&s;t away Care.</HI></OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>VVHat a &s;orry Life I live,</L>
<L>&s;ince that Love hath found me,</L>
<L>And what Trea&s;ures would I give,</L>
<L>that <HI>Cupid</HI> had not bound me:</L>
<L>For his Dart hath pierc'd my Heart,</L>
<L>I cannot endure it,</L>
<L>And inflicted &s;o much &s;mart,</L>
<L><HI>That no Herb can cure it.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Surely <HI>Cupid</HI> is not blind.</L>
<L>but hath Eyes to &s;&eacute;e with,</L>
<L>And his Dart hath prov'd unkind,</L>
<L>that he wounded me with;</L>
<L>For it did all Comfort Kill</L>
<L>when it pierc'd into me,</L>
<L>And my Soul with &s;orry fil'd,</L>
<L><HI>Oh! it will undo me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Heavens ble&s;s my dying Heart,</L>
<L>heavenly Powers defend me,</L>
<L>Love n&eacute;ed not u&s;e &s;o much Art</L>
<L>and Cruelty to bend me:</L>
<L>For my &s;illy Soul did yield,</L>
<L>when 'twas fir&s;t a&s;&s;ailed,</L>
<L>And to <HI>Cupid</HI> gave the Field,</L>
<L>Oh! then my &s;pirits failed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Cupid,</HI> What is thy intent.</L>
<L>what is thy de&s;ire?</L>
<L>Let thy Bow be now unbent,</L>
<L>for I am all on fire:</L>
<L>O! &s;w&eacute;et gentle God of Love,</L>
<L>let thy Arrows mi&s;s me,</L>
<L>Let her whom (in vain) I love&punc;</L>
<L><HI>Kill me, if not ki&s;s me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What a pining Life have I,</L>
<L>what a &s;ad Condition?</L>
<L>Ea&s;e me Love, and let me fly,</L>
<L>this lingring Contrition:</L>
<L>Ki&s;s me, or el&s;e cure my Wound,</L>
<L>O! &s;ome pitty &s;how me;</L>
<L>Can there no Relief be found,</L>
<L><HI>But Love mu&s;t overflow me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If my worthle&s;s Body mu&s;t,</L>
<L>be thy Arrows di<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">t,</L>
<L>Then convert me into Du&s;t,</L>
<L>and let me have &s;ome quiet:</L>
<L>Let thy Arrows take their fill,</L>
<L>&s;ince &s;he cannot abide me,</L>
<L>With my Blood, come <HI>Cupid</HI> &s;will,</L>
<L><HI>Thou enough ha&s;t try'd me.</HI></L>
</LG>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>FOre'd I am to yield I &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>and adore thy Power,</L>
<L>For thy Art hath conquer'd me,</L>
<L>and hath brought me lower:</L>
<L>I that did before neglect,</L>
<L>and di&s;pi&s;e to love th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Give th&eacute;e now all due re&s;pect,</L>
<L><HI>And for pitty move thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O! &s;w&eacute;et Love be not &s;o fierce,</L>
<L>but with pitty moved,</L>
<L>Let thy Golden Arrow pierce,</L>
<L>the Heart of my beloved:</L>
<L>Let us &s;hare in equal parts,</L>
<L>and pro&s;trate lie before the,</L>
<L>Then our joyful flaming hearts,</L>
<L><HI>For ever &s;hall Implore thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<STAGE>(he lies down.)</STAGE>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The Authour.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> hearing this Complaint,</L>
<L>fearing 'twould undo him,</L>
<L>Sends his be&s;t beloved Saint,</L>
<L>fitly fixt unto him?</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> doth him&s;elf de&s;cend,</L>
<L>from his &s;hrine of Glory,</L>
<L>To compleat the happy end.</L>
<L><HI>Of this Lovers &s;tory.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Cupid.</SPEAKER>
<L>Loaging Lover live and leave,</L>
<L>this thy &s;ad Lamenting,</L>
<L>Though the Arrows in my &s;heave</L>
<L>cau&s;e this Di&s;contenting:</L>
<L>By my Quiver and my Bow,</L>
<L>I &s;wear &s;he &s;hall not mi&s;s th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>I'le pre&s;ent Her to th&eacute;e now,</L>
<L><HI>Court her and &s;he'll ki&s;s thee.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Philida.</SPEAKER>
<L>Where's this loyal Lover that</L>
<L>&s;o with pitty moves me,</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> forbid that I &s;hould hate,</L>
<L>Or kill the Thing that loves me:</L>
<L>I am none of tho&s;e coy Girles,</L>
<L>that to Death will doom th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Knights, &amp; Lords, &amp; Dukes &amp; Earls</L>
<L><HI>&s;hall not take me from thee.</HI></L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Florio.</SPEAKER>
<L>What &s;w&eacute;et words have I heard &s;aid,</L>
<L>lovely &s;mooth and even,</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> &s;ure hath &s;truck me dead,</L>
<L>and I am now in Heaven:</L>
<L>This is <HI>Philida</HI> I &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>with all joys about Her,</L>
<L>Heaven cannot Heaven be,</L>
<L><HI>If it is without her.</HI></L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philida.</SPEAKER>
<L>Sure 'tis <HI>Florio</HI> appears,</L>
<L>(as God <HI>Cupid</HI> chain'd him)</L>
<L>He hath Lov'd me &s;even Years,</L>
<L>and I as long di&s;dain'd him:</L>
<L>But the God hath &s;truck my heart</L>
<L>and put Love into me,</L>
<L>If <HI>Florio</HI> &s;hould play my part,</L>
<L><HI>'I would utterly undo me.</HI></L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Florio.</SPEAKER>
<L><HI>Philida!</HI> Oh! <HI>Philida,</HI></L>
<L>let me come and Court th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>By Loves pure and precious Law</L>
<L>I vow, I will not hurt th&eacute;:</L>
<L>Saints with Angles that are good,</L>
<L>do as much as this is,</L>
<L>I &s;wear no motion of my blood,</L>
<L><HI>&s;hall mingle with our Ki&s;&s;es.</HI></L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Philida.</SPEAKER>
<L>I'le not tie th&eacute;e up to that,</L>
<L>preth&eacute;e Ki&s;s and &s;pare not,</L>
<L>And what more thou would'&s;t be at,</L>
<L>in this &s;it I fear not:</L>
<L>Love cannot be fed with Air,</L>
<L>Ki&s;&s;es are but Bubbles,</L>
<L>But let's be a Wedded pair,</L>
<L><HI>To avoid all troubles.</HI></L>
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<SPEAKER>Florio.</SPEAKER>
<L>That's a real royal way,</L>
<L>to prevent mi&s;carriage,</L>
<L>There's no Wormwood in the <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">oy,</L>
<L>that is mixt in Marriage:</L>
<L>Quick let's to the Altar go,</L>
<L>there to be made Fellows.</L>
<L>Men and Maide are Fire &amp; Tow,</L>
<L><HI>When Cupid blows the Bellows.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>F. Coles, T. Vere,</HI> and <HI>J. Wright.</HI></HI></P>
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