FLETCHER, John & ROWLEY, William

The Maid in the Mill

ACT V It is so sudden, it wants circumstance.

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Flo:

Fie, how dull!

How long shall I pine for love? how long shall I sue in vain?

How long like the Turtle-Dove shall I heavily thus complain?

Shall the sails of my love stand still?

Shall the grists of my hopes be unground?

Oh fie, oh fie, oh fie, let the mill, let the mill go round.

Otr. :

Pr’ythee be calm a little!

Thou makest me wonder, thou that wert so strange,

And read such pious rules to my behaviour.

But yesternight, thou that wert made of modesty

Shouldst in a few short minutes turn thus desperate.

Flo:

You are too cold.

Otr.:

I do confess I freeze now!

I am another thing all over me:

It is my part to woo, not to be courted:

Unfold this Riddle, 'tis to me a wonder,

That now o' th’ instant ere I can expect,

Ere I can turn my thoughts, and think upon

A separation of your honest carriage

From the desires of youth, thus wantonly,

Thus beyond expectation.

Flo:

I will tell you,

And tell ye seriously, why I appear thus,

To hold you no more ignorant and blinded,

I have no modesty,

I am truly wanton:

I am that you look for Sir; now come up roundly:

If my strict face and counterfeited stateliness

Could have won on you, I had caught you that way,

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And you should never have come to have known who hurt you

Pr’ythee, sweet count, be more familiar with me.

However we are open in our natures,

And apt to more desires than you dare meet with,

Yet we affect to lay the gloss of good on't.

I saw you touch’d not at the bait of chastity,

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