_Asca_. And yet continuest stil so strange to me? _Eu_. Not strange, so far as kind will give me leave. _Asca_. Unkind that kind that kindnesse doth bereave: Thou saist thou lovest me? _Eu_. As a friend his friend, And so I vowe to love thee to the end. _Asca_. I wreake not of such love; love me but so As faire _Eurymine_ loved _Ascanio_. _Eu_. That love's denide vnto my present kinde. _Asca_. In kindely shewes vnkinde I doo thee finde: I see thou art as constant as the winde. _Eu_. Doth kinde allow a man to love a man? _Asca_. Why, art thou not _Eurymine_? _Eu_. I am. _Asca_. _Eurymine_ my love? _Eu_. The very same. _Asca_. And wast thou not a woman then? _Eu_. Most true. _Asca_. And art thou changed from a woman now? _Eu_. Too true. _Asca_. These tales my minde perplex. Thou art _Eurymine_? _Eu_. In name, but not in sexe. _Asca_. What then? _Eu_. A man. _Asca_. In guise thou art, I see. _Eu_. The guise thou seest doth with my kinde agree. _Asca_. Before thy flight thou wast a woman tho? _Eu_. True, _Ascanio_. _Asca_. And since thou art a man? _Eu_. Too true, deare friend. _Asca_. Then I have lost a wife. _Eu_. But found a friend whose dearest blood and life Shal be as readie as thine owne for thee; In place of wife such friend thou hast of mee. _Enter Ioculo and Aramanthus_. _Io_. There they are: maister, well overtane, I thought we two should never meete againe: You went so fast that I to follow thee Slipt over hedge and ditch and many a tall tree. _Ara_. Well said, my Boy: thou knowest not how to lie. _Io_. To lye, Sir? how say you, was it not so? You were at my heeles, though farre off, ye know. For, maister, not to counterfayt with ye now, Hee's as good a footeman as a shackeld sow. _Asca_. Good, Sir, y'are welcome: sirrha, hold your prate. _Ara_. What speed in that I told to you of late? _Asca_. Both good and bad, as doth the sequel prove: For (wretched) I have found and lost my love, If that be lost which I can nere enjoy. _Io_. Faith, mistresse, y'are too blame to be so coy The day hath bene--but what is that to mee!-- When more familiar with a man you'ld bee. _Ara_. I told ye you should finde a man of her, Or else my rule did very strangely erre. _Asca_. Father, the triall of your skill I finde: My Love's transformde into another kinde: And so I finde and yet have lost my love. _Io_. Ye cannot tell, take her aside and prove. _Asca_. But, sweet _Eurymine_, make some report Why thou departedst from my father's court, And how this straunge mishap to thee befell: Let me entreat thou wouldst the processe tell.