_Wom._ So would I Wench, We should love him better sure: Sir, here's the Princess, She best can satisfie ye. _Alin._ How I love that presence! O blessed Eyes, how nobly shine your comforts! _Olym._ What Gentleman is that? _Wom._ We know not, Madam: He ask'd us for your Grace: and as we guess it, He is _Alinda_'s Brother. _Olym._ Ha! let me mark him: My grief has almost blinded me: her Brother? By _Venus_, he has all her sweetness upon him: Two silver drops of dew were never liker. _Alin._ Gracious Lady-- _Olym._ That pleasant pipe he has too. _Alin._ Being my happiness to pass by this way, And having as I understand by Letters, A Sister in your vertuous service, Madam-- _Olym._ O now my heart, my heart akes. _Alin._ All the comfort My poor youth has, all that my hopes have built me, I thought it my first duty, my best service, Here to arrive first, humbly to thank your Grace For my poor Sister, humbly to thank your Nobleness, That bounteous Goodness in ye. _Olym._ 'Tis he certainly. _Alin._ That spring of favour to her; with my life, Madam, If any such most happy means might meet me, To shew my thankfulness. _Olym._ What have I done, Fool! _Alin._ She came a stranger to your Grace, no Courtier; Nor of that curious breed befits your service, Yet one I dare assure my Soul, that lov'd ye Before she saw ye; doted on your Vertues; Before she knew those fair eyes, long'd to read 'em, You only had her prayers, you her wishes; And that one hope to be yours once, preserv'd her. _Olym._ I have done wickedly. _Alin._ A little Beauty, Such as a Cottage breeds, she brought along with her; And yet our Country-eyes esteem'd it much too: But for her beauteous mind, forget great Lady, I am her Brother, and let me speak a stranger, Since she was able to beget a thought, 'twas honest. The daily study how to fit your services, Truly to tread that vertuous path you walk in, So fir'd her honest Soul, we thought her Sainted; I presume she is still the same: I would fain see her, For Madam, 'tis no little love I owe her. _Olym._ Sir, such a maid there was, I had-- _Alin._ There was, Madam? _Olym._ O my poor Wench: eyes, I will ever curse ye For your Credulity, _Alinda_. _Alin._ That's her name, Madam. _Olym._ Give me a little leave, Sir, to lament her. _Alin._ Is she dead, Lady? _Olym._ Dead, Sir, to my service. She is gone, pray ye ask no further. _Alin._ I obey Madam: Gone? now must I lament too: said ye gone Madam? _Olym._ Gone, gone for ever. _Alin._ That's a cruel saying: Her honour too? _Olym._ Prithee look angry on me, And if thou ever lovedst her, spit upon me; Do something like a Brother, like a friend, And do not only say thou lov'st her-- _Al._ Ye amaze me.