_Lel._ Bless me goodness! To curse me did you say, Sir? let it be For too much loving you then, such a curse Kill me withal, and I shall be a _Martyr_, You have found a new way to reward my doting, And I confess a fit one for my folly, For you your self, if you have good within ye, And dare be Master of it, know how dearly This heart hath held you ever; Oh good Heaven! That I had never seen that false mans eyes, That dares reward me thus with fears and curses; Nor never heard the sweetness of that tongue, That will, when this is known, yet cozen women; Curse me, good _Julio_, curse me bitterly, I do deserve it for my confidence, And I beseech thee if thou hast a goodness Or power yet in thee to confirm thy wishes, Curse me to earth, for what should I do here Like a decaying flower, still withering Under his bitter words, whose kindly heat Should give my poor heart life? No, curse me, _Julio_, Thou canst not do me such a benefit As that, and well done, that the Heav'ns may hear it. _Jul._ O fair tears! were you but as chast as subtil, Like Bones of Saints, you would work miracles; What were these women to a man that knew not The thousand, thousand ways of their deceiving? What riches had he found? O he would think Himself still dreaming of a blessedness, That like continual spring should flourish ever. For if she were as good as she is seeming, Or, like an Eagle, could renew her vertues, Nature had made another world of sweetness. Be not so griev'd, sweet Mistriss, what I said, You do, or should know, was but passion; Pray wipe your eyes and kiss me; take these trifles, And wear them for me, which are only rich When you will put them on: indeed I love ye, Beshrew my sick heart, if I grieve not for ye. _Lel._ Will you dissemble still? I am a fool, And you may easily rule me, if you flatter, The sin will be your own. _Jul._ You know I do not. _Lel._ And shall I be so childish once again, After my late experience of your spight To credit you? you do not know how deep (Or if you did you would be kinder to me,) This bitterness of yours has struck my heart. _Jul._ I pray, no more. _Lel._ Thus you would do I warrant, If I were married to you. _Jul._ Married to me? Is that your end? _Lel._ Yes, is not that the best end, And, as all hold, the noblest way of love? Why do you look so strange, Sir? do not you Desire it should be so? _Jul._ Stay. _Lel._ Answer me. _Jul._ Farewel. [_Exit_ Julio. _Lel._ I! are you there? are all these tears lost then? Am I so overtaken by a fool In my best days and tricks? my wise fellow, I'll make you smart for't as I am a woman, And if thou beest not timber, yet I'll warm thee; And is he gone?