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you now, sir?
Trol. I beseech you heartily, sir: I feel a horrible puking myself.
Mel. Am I stark mad?
Trol. No, no, you are but a little staringthere's difference between staring and stark mad. You are but whimsied yet; crotcheted, conundrumed, or so. [Aside. Mel. Here's all my care; and I do often sigh For thee, Cleophila; we are secluded From all good people. But take heed; Amethus Was son to Doryla, Agenor's sister; There's some ill blood about him, if the surgeon Have not been very skilful to let all out.
Cleo. I am, alas! too griev'd to think of love; That must concern me least.
Mel. Sirrah, be wise! be wise!
Enter AMETHUS, MENAPHON, PARTHENOPHILL, and RHETIAS.
Trol. Who, I? I will be monstrous and wise immediately.-Welcome, gentlemen; the more the merrier. I'll lay the cloth, and set the stools in a readiness, for I see here is some hope of dinner now. [Exit. Amet. My lord Meleander, Menaphon, your kinsman,
Newly return'd from travel, comes to tender
To do you faithful service.-My dear cousin,
In you, and your well-doing.
Men. This young stranger
Amet. For my friend's sake,
If sorrows can look kindly.
Rhe. How he eyes the company! sure my passion will betray my weakness.--O my master, my noble master, do not forget me; I am still the humblest, and the most faithful in heart of those that serve you. [Aside.
Mel. Ha, ha, ha!
Rhe. There's wormwood in that laughter; 'tis the usher to a violent extremity. [Aside.
Mel. I am a weak old man. All these are come, To jeer my ripe calamities.
Men. Good uncle!
Mel. But I'll outstare ye all: fools, desperate fools!
You are cheated, grossly cheated; range, range on,
Shall with their pinnacles even reach the stars!
Ye work and work like blind moles, in the paths
As, being gorg'd once, make you lean with plenty; And when you have skimm'd the vomit of your riots,
You are fat in no felicity but folly :
Then your last sleeps seize on you; then the troops Of worms crawl round, and feast, good cheer, rich fare,
Dainty, delicious!-Here's Cleophila ;
Amet. My intents
Are just and honourable.
Men. Sir, believe him.
Mel. Take her!-We two must part; go to him, do.
Par. This sight is full of horror.
Rhe. There is sense yet,
In this distraction.
Mel. In this jewel I have given away All what I can call mine. When I am dead, Save charge; let me be buried in a nook: No guns, no pompous whining; these are fooleries. If, whilst we live, we stalk about the streets Jostled by carmen, foot-posts, and fine apes In silken coats, unminded and scarce thought on; E 2
It is not comely to be haled to the earth,
Good morrow! 'tis too early for my cares
Rhe. I'll follow him. My lord Amethus, use your time respectively; few words to purpose soonest prevail: study no long orations; be plain and short. I'll follow him. [Exit. Amet. Cleophila, although these blacker clouds Of sadness, thicken and make dark the sky Of thy fair eyes, yet give me leave to follow The stream of my affections; they are pure, Without all mixture of unnoble thoughts: Can you be ever mine?
Cleo. I am so low
In mine own fortunes, and my father's woes,
Amet. But give me leave to hope.
8 Haled to the earth.] i. e. drawn to the grave. The allusion is to the pomp and parade of a funeral procession, and to the rich heraldic trophies with which the hearse was covered.
Cleo. Sir, this for answer. If I ever thrive
Mel. (within) Ho, Cleophila ! Cleo. This gentleman is mov'd. Amet. Your eyes, Parthenophill, Are guilty of some passion.
Men. Friend, what ails thee?
Par. All is not well within me, sir.
Mel. (within) Cleophila !
Amet. Sweet maid, forget me not; we now
Cleo. Still you shall have my prayer.
ACT III. SCENE I.
A Room in the Palace.
Enter CUCULUS and GRILLA, the former in a black Velvet Cap, and a white Feather, with a Paper in his hand.
Cuc. Do not I look freshly, and like a youth of the trim ?
Gril. As rare an old youth as ever walked cross-gartered.
Cuc. Here are my mistresses, mustered in white and black. [Reads.] "Kala, the waiting-woman.' I will first begin at the foot: stand thou for Kala.