446Pir. No further.

447Hip. Sir farewell; repeat my wishes

448To our great Lord, of whose succes I dare not

449Make any timerous question, yet I wish him

450Exces, and overflow of power, and't might be

451To dure ill-dealing fortune; speede to him,

452Store never hurtes good Gouernours.

453Pir. Though I know

454His Ocean needes not my poore drops, yet they

455Must yeild their tribute there: My precious Maide,

456Those best affections, that the heavens infuse

457In their best temperd peices, keepe enthroand

458In your deare heart.

459Emil. Thanckes Sir; Remember me

460To our all royall Brother, for whose speede

461The great Bellona ile sollicite; and

462Since in our terrene State petitions are not

463Without giftes understood: Ile offer to her

464What I shall be advised she likes; our hearts

465Are in his Army, in his Tent.

466Hip. In's bosome:

467We have bin Soldiers, and wee cannot weepe

468When our Friends don their helmes, or put to sea,

469Or tell of Babes broachd on the Launce, or women

470That have sod their Infants in (and after eate them)

471The brine, they wept at killing 'em; Then if

472You stay to see of us such Spincsters, we

473Should hold you here for ever.

474Pir. Peace be to you

475As I pursue this war, which shall be then

476Beyond further requiring. Exit Pir.

477Emil. How his longing

478Followes his Friend; since his depart, his sportes

479Though craving seriousnes, and skill, past slightly

480His careles execution, where nor gaine

481Made him regard, or losse consider, but

482Playing ore busines in his hand, another

483Directing in his head, his minde, nurse equall

484To these so diffring Twyns; have you observ'd him,

485Since our great Lord departed?

486Hip. With much labour:

487And I did love him fort, they two have Cabind

488In many as dangerous, as poore a Corner,

489Perill and want contending, they have skift

490Torrents whose roring tyranny and power

491I'th least of these was dreadfull, and they have

492Fought out together, where Deaths-selfe was lodgd,

493Yet fate hath brought them off: Their knot of love

494Tide, weau'd, intangled, with so true, so long,

495And with a finger of so deepe a cunning

496May be out worne, never undone. I thinke

497Theseus cannot be umpire to himselfe

498Cleaving his conscience into twaine, and doing

499Each side like Iustice, which he loves best.

500Emil. Doubtlesse

501There is a best, and reason has no manners

502To say it is not you: I was acquainted

503Once with a time, when I enjoyd a Play-fellow;

504You were at wars, when she the grave enrichd,

505Who made too proud the Bed, tooke leave o'th Moone

506(which then lookt pale at parting) when our count

507Was each a eleven.

C3 Hip.

508Hip. Twas Flauia.

509Emil. Yes

510You talke of Pirithous and Theseus love;

511Theirs has more ground, is more maturely seasond,

512More buckled with strong Iudgement. and their needes

513The one of th'other may be said to water

514Their intertangled rootes of love, but I

515And shee (I sigh and spoke of) were things innocent,

516Lou'd for we did, and like the Elements

517That know not what, nor why, yet doe effect

518Rare issues by their operance; our soules

519Did so to one another; what she lik'd,

520Was then of me approov'd, what not condemd

521No more arraignement, the flowre that I would plncke

522And put betweene my breasts, oh (then but beginning

523To swell about the blossome) she would long

524Till shee had such another, and commit it

525To the like innocent Cradle, where Phenix like

526They dide in perfume: on my head no toy

527But was her patterne, her affections (pretty

528Though happely, her careles, were, I followed

529For my most serious decking, had mine eare

530Stolne some new aire, or at adventure humd on

531From misicall Coynadge, why it was a note

532Whereon her spirits would sojourne (rather dwell on)

533And sing it in her slumbers; This rehearsall

534(Which fury-innocent wots well) comes in

535Like old importments bastard, has this end,

536That the true love tweene Mayde, and mayde, may be

537More then in sex individuall.

538Hip. Y'are ont of breath

539And this high speeded-pace, is but to say

540That you shall never (like the Maide Flavina)

541Love any that's calld Man.

542Emil. I am sure I shall not.

543Hip. Now alacke weake Sister,

544I must no more beleeve thee in this point

545(Though, in't I know thou dost beleeve thy selfe,)

546Then I will trust a sickely appetite,

547That loathes even as it longs; but sure my Sister

548If I were ripe for your perswasion, you

549Have saide enough to shake me from the Arme

550Of the all noble Theseus, for whose fortunes,

551I will now in, and kneele with great assurance,

552That we, more then his Pirothous, possesse

553The high throne in his heart.

554Emil. I am not against your faith,

555Yet I continew mine. Exeunt.