_Jul._ Why are you still so fearfull of me, Lady? So doubtfull of my faith, and honest service? To hide your self from me, to fly my company? Am I not yours? all yours? by this light you shake still; Do ye suspect me false? did I ever fail ye? Do you think I am corrupted? base? and treacherous? Lord, how ye look! Is not my life ty'd to ye? And all the power I have to serve, and honour ye? Still do ye doubt? still am I terrible? I will not trouble ye: good Heaven preserve ye, And send ye what ye wish: I will not see ye, Nor once remember I had such a Mistris. I will not speak of ye, nor name _Alinda_, For fear you should suspect I would betray ye: Goodness and peace conduct ye. _Alin._ Prethee pardon me, I know thou art truly faithfull: and thou art welcom, A welcom partner to my miseries; Thou knowst I love thee too. _Jul._ I have thought so, Lady. _Alin._ Alas, my fears have so distracted me I durst not trust my self. _Jul._ Come, pray ye think better, And cast those by: at least consider, Lady, How to prevent 'em: pray ye put off this fools coat; Though it have kept ye secret for a season, 'Tis known now, and will betray ye; your arch enemy _Roderigo_ is abroad: many are looking for ye. _Alin._ I know it: and those many I have cozen'd. _Jul._ You cannot still do thus. _Alin._ I have no means to shift it. _Jul._ I have: and shift you too. I lay last night At a poor widows house here in the Thicket, Whither I will conduct ye, and new shape ye, My self too to attend ye. _Alin._ What means hast thou? For mine are gone. _Jul._ Fear not, enough to serve ye; I came not out so empty. _Alin._ Prethee tell me, (For thou hast struck a kind of comfort through me.) When saw'st thou _Roderigo_? _Jul._ Even this morning, And in these woods: take heed, h'as got a new shape. _Alin._ The habit of a Pilgrim? yes, I know it, And I hope shall prevent it; was he alone? _Jul._ No Madam, and which made me wonder mightily, He was in company with that handsom Pilgrim, That sad sweet man. _Alin._ That I forgot to give to? _Jul._ The same, the very same, that you so pitied, A man as fit to suit his villanies. _Alin._ And did they walk together? _Jul._ Wondrous civilly. _Alin._ Talk, and discourse? _Jul._ I think so, for I saw 'em Make many stands, and then embrace each other. _Alin._ The Pilgrim is betrai'd, a _Judas_ dwells with him, A _Sinon_, that will seem a Saint to choak him. Canst thou but shew me this? _Jul._ Lord how she trembles! Not thus, for all the world, ye are undone then; But let's retire, and alter, then we'l walk free; And then I'le shew ye any thing.