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Has had a time of scolding to your humour ;
Cleo. Never fell a shower
Tha. You may both believe,
Amet. Pish! I know Her spirit and her envy.
Cleo. Now, in troth, sir, (Pray credit me, I do not use to swear), The virtuous princess hath, in words and carriage, Been kind, so over-kind, that I do blush, I am not rich enough in thanks sufficient For her unequall'd bounty.--My good cousin, I have a suit to you.
Men. It shall be granted.
Cleo. That no time, no persuasion, no respects Of jealousies, past, present, or hereafter By possibility to be conceiv'd, Draw you from that sincerity and pureness Of love, which you have oftentimes protested To this great worthy lady: she deserves A duty more than what the ties of marriage Can claim or warrant; be for ever hers, As she is yours, and Heaven increase your com
forts ! Amet. Cleophila hath play'd the churchman's
Men. Are you contented ?
And all of thee; of thee, my child, of thee!
pride, Strength, courage, and fresh blood, which now thy
Cleo. Much discontented,
fort. Ero. Heaven has at last been gracious.
Mel. So say I ; But wherefore drop thy words in such a sloth, As if thou wert afraid to mingle truth With thy misfortunes ? Understand me thoroughly; I would not have thee to report at large, From point to point, a journal of thy absence, "T will take up too much time; I would securely Engross the little remnant of my life, That thou mightst every day be telling somewhat, Which might convey me to my rest with comfort. Let me bethink me; how we parted first, Puzzles my faint remembrance—but softCleophila, thou told'st me that the prince Sent me this present.
Cleo. From his own fair hands
Mel. To requite him,
Rhe. Now they fall to't;
Ero. I, by my uncle's care,
Mel. A policy quick and strange.
Mel. Oh, what a thing is man,
Ero. So I obey'd
Mel. 'Twas safely carried ;
Ero. If earthly treasures Are pour'd in plenty down from heaven on mortals, They reign among those oracles that flow In schools of sacred knowledge, such is Athens ; Yet Athens was to me but a fair prison: The thoughts of you, my sister, country, fortunes, And something of the prince, barr'd all contents, Which else might ravish sense: for had not Rhetias Been always comfortable to me, certainly Things had gone worse.
Mel. Speak low, Eroclea, That “something of the prince" bears danger in it: Yet thou hast travell’d, wench, for such endowments, As might create a prince a wife fit for him, Had he the world to guide; but touch not there, How cam'st thou home?
Rhe. Sir, with your noble favour,
Mel. Honest, right honest Rhetias !
Rhe. Your grave brother
witness My thankfulness to heaven, and those people Who have been pitiful to me and mine. Lend me a looking-glass.—How now! how came I So courtly, in fresh raiments ?
Rhe. Here's the glass, sir.
Mel. I'm in the trim too.-0 Cleophila,
(Loud music. Whence comes this noise ?
Rhe. The prince, my lord, in person. [They kneel. Enter PALADOR, SOPHRONOS, ARETUS, AMETHUS, MENA
PHON, CORAX, THAMASTA, and KALA.. Pal. You shall not kneel to us; rise all, I charge
you. Father, you wrong your age; henceforth my arms
[Embracing MEL. And heart shall be your guard: we have o'erheard All passages of your united loves. Be young again, Meleander, live to number A happy generation, and die old In comforts, as in years! The offices And honours, which I late on thee conferr'd, Are not fantastic bounties, but thy merit; Enjoy them liberally.
Mel. My tears must thank you, For my tongue cannot.
Cor. I have kept my promise,
Mel. Oh, a rare one.
[Takes Ero. by the hand,
Mel. My brains are dull'd;
Pal. Eroclea was, you know, contracted mine;
Rhe. Sir, 't is truth and justice.
Pal. Leave the rest to time