_Olym._ No more: Take heed, heaven has a justice: take this ring with ye, This doting spell you gave me: too well _Alinda_, Thou knew'st the vertue in't; too well I feel it: Nay keep that too, it may sometimes remember ye, When you are willing to forget who gave it, And to what vertuous end. _Al._ Must I goe from ye? Of all the sorrows sorrow has--must I part with ye? Part with my noble Mistris? _Olym._ Or I with thee wench. _Al._ And part stain'd with opinion? Farewel Lady, Happy and blessed Lady, goodness keep ye: Thus your poor Servant full of grief turns from ye, For ever full of grief, for ever from ye. I have no being now, no friends, no Country, I wander heaven knows whither, heaven knows how. No life, now you are lost: only mine innocence, That little left me of my self, goes with me, That's all my bread and comfort. I confess Madam, Truely confess, the Duke has often courted me. _Olym._ And pour'd his Soul into thee, won thee. _Al._ Do you think so? Well, time that told this tale, will tell my truth too, And say ye had a faithfull, honest Servant: The business of my life is now to pray for ye, Pray for your vertuous loves; Pray for your children, When Heaven shall make ye happy. _Olym._ How she wounds me! Either I am undone, or she must go: take these with ye, Some toyes may doe ye service; and this mony; And when ye want, I love ye not so poorly, Not yet _Alinda_, that I would see ye perish. Prethee be good, and let me hear: look on me, I love those eyes yet dearly; I have kiss'd thee, And now I'le doe't again: Farewel _Alinda_, I am too full to speak more, and too wretched. [_Exit._ _Al._ You have my faith, And all the world my fortune. [_Exit._ SCENA II. _Enter_ Theodor. _The._ I would fain hear What becomes of these two Wenches: And if I can, I will doe 'em good. _Enter Gentleman, passing over the Stage._ Do you hear my honest friend? He knows no such name: What a world of business, Which by interpretation are meer nothings, These things have here! 'Mass now I think on't better, I wish he be not sent for one of them To some of these by-lodgings: me thought I saw A kind of reference in his face to Bawderie. _Enter Gentleman, with a Gentlewoman, passing over the Stage._ He has her, but 'tis none of them: hold fast thief: An excellent touzing knave. Mistris You are to suffer your penance some half hour hence now. How far a fine Court Custard with Plums in it Will prevail with one of these waiting Gentlewomen, They are taken with these soluble things exceedingly; This is some yeoman o'th' bottles now that has sent for her, That she calls Father: now woe to this Ale incense. By your leave Sir. _Enter a_ Servant. _Ser._ Well Sir; what's your pleasure with me? _The._ You do not know the way to the maids lodgings?