THEO. You'll be yourself a welcome guest to him; And I shall think our roof exceeding happy, If it may mitigate that killing grief, Which your so solitary life too much Has nourish'd in you. Cousin, feed it not: 'Tis a disease that will in time consume you. I have already given the best advice, That my poor knowledge will afford, to ease Your troubled thoughts. If time, which Heaven allows To cure all griefs, should not have power to do it: If death of father, mother, husband, wife, Should be lamented still, the world would wear Nothing but black: sorrow alone would reign In every family that lives, and bring Upon poor mortals a perpetual night. You must forget it, cousin. MAT. Never can I Forget my love to him. THEO. Nor do I strive To teach you to forget that love you bear To his dear memory; but that grief which lies Wrapp'd in amongst it, and turns all to poison, Making it mortal to that soul that tastes it-- 'Tis that, sweet cousin, which I hope that time May by degrees extinguish. Will you please To walk along? My father long ere this Expects us, I am sure, and longs to see you. [_Exeunt._ EUGENY _in the_ OFFICERS' _hands_. EUG. I blame you not at all, that by the law And virtue of your places are requir'd To apprehend me. OFFICER. We are sorry, sir, we were enforc'd to seize you. EUG. But I wonder What curious eye it was that search'd so far Into my secret walks, that did discover This dark abode of mine, and envied me My solitary sorrow: such a life, As I enjoy'd, a man might well afford To his most great and mortal enemy. OFFICER. 'Twas a plain fellow, sir, that brought us hither In the king's name, and left us when we had you. But, sir, we wish you all the good we may. EUG. I thank you, friends: I cannot tell at all Whom to suspect; nor will I further vex My thoughts in search of such a needless thing. I call to mind what once my Theodore Told me by way of a surmise; but, sure, It cannot be so foul. Shall I entreat you To carry me to old Sir Argent Scrape, My kinsman? I would only speak with him, Before I go to prison: and let one, If you can spare a man, go run for me To Master Earthworm's house, and bid his son Meet me with old Sir Argent; he lies now At my Lady Covet's house. I have about me What will reward your pains, and highly too. OFFICER. It shall be done, as you would have it, sir.