ARMENIO. The venom of thy villainy withstood. HERMIONE. Armenio, I forbear thee here for reverence; Yet, by my prince's leave, in my defence I may allege I lov'd thy sister here; Which love though I am like to buy full dear; Yet is her love more precious than the price. But since hard hap prevents our late device, Long live my lord, long live my lady's grace: God send them friends as loyal in my place; And, trust me, then their fortune shall be such, As not thy love shall ever prove so much. PHIZANTIES. Hermione, give me thy hand: adieu: Think this is done t'avoid a further ill, And double mischief that might else ensue. For my sake cease to love Fidelia still: Unequal love is enemy to rest. She is too young to love thee as she should-- And thou, Hermione, canst conceive the rest. My meaning is, she loves not as we would. Time may afford to both your hearts' desires New choice to cool these newly-kindled fires. FIDELIA. Never, alas! never will be the day, That I shall leave to love Hermione. Sooner shall nature's course quite altered be, Than I shall leave, dear knight, to honour thee. Good father, let him stay, who, if he part, 'Gainst law is like to steal away my heart. ARMENIO. May it please your grace to keep the body here, It's like enough the heart will hover[84] near. HERMIONE. My lord, laugh not oppressed souls to scorn. Losers, they say, may easily be forborne. PHIZANTIES. Forbear these words; and thou, Fidelia, These misbeseeming foolish fashions stay. Let it suffice that thou shalt live in court, Where, if among the jolly brave resort Of sundry knights of noble personage, Worthy thy love for gifts and parentage, Thou shalt espy one[85] such as we do like, Our favours shall not be too far to seek. FIDELIA. Ah, my Hermione! HERMIONE. Sweet lady mine, farewell.[86] Farewell, the courteous't dame that on earth do dwell. ARMENIO. Sir, now you are packing, let me know your walk, For I have that may not be past without some talk: Nor stands it with mine honour to let thee bear it clear, But I will make thee know Armenio's blood is dear. HERMIONE. My lord, I make no challenge with offence; But first I will prepare for my defence. ARMENIO. So, sir, you are aforehand: keep you so, And reckon of Armenio for thy vowed foe. Go, wend thy ways obscurer than the night, And Fortune for revenge plague thee with spite. [_Exit_. HERMIONE. Farewell, my cruel foe; not thou nor Fortune may Add more unto the miseries that I have felt to-day; Nor but by safe return[87] unto this happy place, Can gods or Fortune make amends in this distressed case. Then cease, Hermione, to utter speech of this; Words not suffice this endless woe, but death, i-wis: And part thou from the place a dead and liveless man, Robb'd of thy senses and thy joy, since first this stir began. PENULO. Ah, good my lord, my good lord Hermione!