Part 14 (1/2)

_Pri._ That's your fault, And that the Surgeon knows.

_Chi._ Then farewel, I will not fail ye soon.

_Pri._ Ye shall stay Supper; I have sworn ye shall, by this ye shall.

_Chi._ I will, Wench; But after Supper for an hour, my business.

_Pri._ And but an hour?

_Chi._ No by this kiss, that ended I will return and all night in thine Arms wench.

_Pr._ No more, I'le take your meaning; come 'tis Supper time.

[_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Calis, Cleanthe, Lucippe.

_Calis._ Thou art not well.

_Clean._ Your grace sees more a great deal Than I feel, (yet I lye) O Brother!

_Cal._ Mark her, Is not the quickness of her eye consumed, wench?

The lively red and white?

_Lucip._ Nay she is much alter'd, That on my understanding, all her sleeps Lady Which were as sound and sweet--

_Cle._ Pray do not force me, Good Madam, where I am not, to be ill, Conceit's a double sickness; on my faith your highness Is meer mistaken in me. { _A Dead March within { of Drum and Sagb.u.t.ts_ _Cal._ I am glad on't.

Yet this I have ever noted when thou wast thus, It still forerun some strange event: my Sister Died when thou wast thus last: hark hark, ho, What mournfull noise is this comes creeping forward?

Still it grows nearer, nearer, do ye hear it?

_Enter_ Polydor, _and Captains_, Eumenes _mourning_.

_Lucip._ It seems some Souldiers funeral: see it enters.

_C[a]l._ What may it mean?

_Pol._ The G.o.ds keep ye fair _Calis_.

_Cal._ This man can speak, and well; he stands and views us; Wou'd I were ne'r worse look't upon: how humbly His eyes are cast now to the Earth! pray mark him And mark how rarely he has rankt his troubles: See now he weeps, they all weep; a sweeter sorrow I never look't upon, nor one that braver Became his grief; your will with us?

_Pol._ Great Lady, [_Plucks out the Cup._ Excellent beauty.

_Cal._ He speaks handsomely.

What a rare rhetorician his grief plaies!

That stop was admirable.

_Pol._ See, see thou Princess, Thou great commander of all hearts.

_Cal._ I have found it, O how my soul shakes!