_Rod._ How he weeps! dear Heaven Give him his hearts content, and me forgive too. I must melt too. _Ped._ The Birds sing louder, sweeter, And every note they emulate one another. Lie still and hear: These when they have done their labours, _Enter_ Alinda, _and_ Juletta, _like old Women_. Their pretty airs, fall to their rests, enjoy 'em. Nothing rocks Love asleep, but death. _Rod._ Who are these? _Ped._ What. _Rod._ Those there, those, those things that come upon us, Those grandam things, those strange antiquities. Did not I say these woods begot strange wonders? _Jul._ Now ye may view 'em. _Alin._ Ha? _Jul._ The men ye long'd for, Here they are both: now ye may boldly talk with 'em, And never be ghess'd at: be not afraid, nor faint not; They wonder at us; let's maintain that wonder; Shake not, but what ye purpose do discreetly, And from your tongue I'le take my part. _Alin._ Ha? _Jul._ There: before ye, there, do not turn coward Mistress, If ye do love, carry your Love out handsomely. _Alin._ 'Tis he and _Roderigo_; what a peace Dwells in their faces, what a friendly calm Crowns both their souls! _Rod._ They show as if they were mortal, They come upon us still. _Ped._ Be not afraid, Man, Let 'em be what they will, they cannot hurt us. _Rod._ That thing i'th' Button'd-cap looks terribly. She has Guns in her eyes, the Devils Ingeneer. _Ped._ Come, stand, and let's go meet 'em. _Rod._ Go you first. I have less faith: when I have said my Prayers-- _Ped._ There needs no fear, hale reverend dames. _Alin._ Good even. What do ye seek? _Ped._ We would seek happier fortunes. _Rod._ That little devil has main need of a Barber, What a trim beard she has! _Alin._ Seek 'em, and make 'em, Lie not still, nor longer here, Here inhabits nought but fear, Be constant good, in faith be clear, Fortune will wait ye every where. _Ped._ Whither should we go? for we believe thy reverence, And next obey. _Alin._ Go to _Segovia_, And there before the Altar pay thy vowes, Thy gifts, and prayers: unload thy heaviness, To morrow shed thy tears, and gain thy suit, Such honest noble showrs, ne're wanted fruit. _Jul._ Stand you out too. _Rod._ I shall be hang'd, or whipt now: These know, and these have power. _Jul._ See how he shakes. A secure conscience never quakes, Thou hast been ill; be so no more, A good retreat is a great store. Thou hast commanded men of might, Command thy self, and then thou art right. _Alin._ Command thy will: thy foul desires. Put out and quench thy unhallowed fires: Command thy mind, and make that pure; Thou art wise then, valiant, and secure. A blessing then thou maist beget.