_Aeci._ Let _Titius_ Command the company that _Pontius_ lost, And see the Fosses deeper. _Max._ How now sweet heart, What make you here, and thus? _Aeci._ _Lucina_ weeping! This must be much offence. _Max._ Look up and tell me, Why are you thus? My Ring? O friend, I have found it, Ye are at Court, sweet. _Luci._ Yes, this brought me hither. _Max._ Rise, and goe home: I have my fears _Aecius_: Oh my best friend, I am ruin'd; go _Lucina_, Already in thy tears I have read thy wrongs, Already found a _Cæsar_; go thou Lilly, Thou sweetly drooping flower: go silver Swan, And sing thine own sad requiem: goe _Lucina_, And if thou dar'st, outlive this wrong. _Luci._ I dare not. _Aeci._ Is that the Ring ye lost? _Max._ That, that, _Aecius_, That cursed Ring, my self, and all my fortunes: 'Thas pleas'd the Emperour, my noble master, For all my services, and dangers for him, To make me mine own Pander, was this justice? Oh my _Aecius_, have I liv'd to bear this? _Luci._ Farewel for ever Sir. _Max._ That's a sad saying, But such a one becomes ye well _Lucina_: And yet me thinks we should not part so lightly, Our loves have been of longer growth, more rooted Than the sharp word of one farewel can scatter, Kiss me: I find no _Cæsar_ here; these lips Taste not of Ravisher in my opinion. Was it not so? _Luc._ O yes. _Max._ I dare believe thee, For thou wert ever truth it self, and sweetness; Indeed she was, _Æcius_. _Æcius._ So she is still. _Max._ Once more, O my _Lucina_, O my Comfort, The blessing of my Youth, the life of my life. _Æcius._ I have seen enough to stagger my obedience; Hold me ye equal Gods, this is too sinful. _Max._ Why wert thou chosen out to make a Whore of? To me thou wert too chaste; fall Crystal Fountains, And ever feed your streams you rising sorrows, Till you have dropt your Mistris into Marble: Now go for ever from me. _Luc._ Long farewel, Sir. And as I have been loyal, gods think on me. _Max._ Stay, let me once more bid farewel, _Lucina_, Farewel thou excellent example of us, Thou starry Vertue, fare thee well, seek Heaven, And there by _Cassiopea_ shine in Glory, We are too base and dirty to preserve thee. _Æcius._ Nay, I must kiss too; such a kiss again, And from a Woman of so ripe a Vertue, _Æcius_ must not take; Farewel thou _Phœnix_, If thou wilt dye, _Lucina_; which well weigh'd, If you can cease a while from these strange thoughts, I wish were rather alter'd. _Luc._ No.