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Cleophila, I thank thee and the prince;
I thank thee too, Eroclea, that thou would'st,
Rhe. The good man relisheth his comforts
The sight doth turn me child.
Ero. I have not words
That can express my joys.
Cleo. Nor I.
Mel. Nor I;
Yet let us gaze on one another freely,
Strength, courage, and fresh blood, which now
Hath stored me with, I kneel before their altars,
Cleo. Much discontented,
Shunning all means that might procure him com
Ero. Heaven has at last been gracious.
But wherefore drop thy words in such a sloth,
Understand me tho
I would not have thee to report at large,
That thou might'st every day be telling some
Which might convey me to my rest with comfort.
Let me bethink me; how we parted first,
Cleo. From his own fair hands
I did receive my sister.
Mel. To requite him,
We will not dig his father's grave anew,
Rhe. Now they fall to't;
I look'd for this.
Ero. I, by my uncle's care,
THE LOVER'S MELANCHOLY.
Sophronos, my good uncle, suddenly
Mel. A policy quick and strange.
Ero. The ship was bound for Corinth, whither
Attended only with your servant Rhetias,
Mel. Oh, what a thing is man,
To bandy factions of distemper'd passions,
Ero. So I obey'd
My uncle's wise command.
I humbly thank thy fate.
Ero. If earthly treasures
Are pour'd in plenty down from heaven on mortals,
They reign amongst those oracles that flow
In schools of sacred knowledge, such is Athens;
The thoughts of you, my sister, country, for-
And something of the prince, barr'd all contents,
Which else might ravish sense; for had not Rhetias
Been always comfortable to me, certainly
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,
Kissing your hand first, that point I can answer. Mel. Honest, right honest Rhetias!
Rhe. Your grave brother
Perceiv'd with what a hopeless love his son,
Your daughter, my young lady, and her cousin, Enjoy'd each other's griefs; till by his father, The lord Sophronos, we were all call'd home.
Mel. Enough, enough! the world shall henceforth witness
My thankfulness to heaven, and those people
Rhe. Here's the glass, sir.
Mel. I'm in the trim too.-O Cleophila, This was the goodness of thy care, and cunning[Loud Music.
Whence comes this noise?
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
In comforts, as in years! The offices
Mel. My tears must thank you,
Cor. I have kept my promise,
And given you a sure cordial.
Mel. Oh, a rare one.
Pal. Good man! we both have shar'd enough of sadness,
Though thine has tasted deeper of the extreme; Let us forget it henceforth. Where's the picture I sent you? Keep it; 'tis a counterfeit ;