_Enter to the door_ Julio, _and_ Angelo. _Wom._ Good Sir, desire it not, I dare not do it, For since your last being here, Sir, believe me, She has griev'd her self out of all Company, And (sweet Soul) almost out of life too. _Jul._ Prithee, Let me but speak one word. _Wom._ You will offend, Sir, And yet your name is more familiar with her Than any thing but sorrow, good Sir, go. _Ang._ This little Varlet hath her Lesson perfect, These are the baits they bob with. _Jul._ 'Faith I will not. _Wom._ I shall be chidden cruelly for this; But you are such a Gentleman-- _Jul._ No more. _Ang._ There's a new Tyre, wench; peace, thou art well enough. _Jul._ What, has she musick? _Wom._ Yes, for Heavens sake stay, 'Tis all she feeds upon. _Jul._ Alas, poor soul. _Ang._ Now will I pray devoutly, for there's need on't. The SONG. _Away delights, go seek some other dwelling,_ _For I must dye:_ _Farewel false Love, thy tongue is ever telling_ _Lye after Lye._ _For ever let me rest now from thy smarts,_ _Alas, for pity go,_ _And fire their hearts_ _That have been hard to thee, mine was not so._ _Never again deluding Love shall know me,_ _For I will dye;_ _And all those griefs that think to over-grow me,_ _Shall be as I:_ _For ever will I sleep, while poor Maids cry,_ _Alas, for pity stay,_ _And let us dye_ _With thee, men cannot mock us in the day._ _Jul._ Mistriss? not one word, Mistriss if I grieve ye I can depart again. _Ang._ Let's go then quickly, For if she get from under this dark Cloud, We shall both sweat I fear, for't. _Jul._ Do but speak Though you turn from me, and speak bitterly, And I am gone, for that I think will please you. _Ang._ Oh, that all women were thus silent ever, What fine things they were! _Jul._ You have look'd on me, When (if there be belief in Womens words Spoken in tears) you swore you lov'd to do so. _Lel._ Oh me, my heart! _Ang._ Now, _Julio_, play the man, Or such another O me will undo thee: Would I had any thing to keep me busie, I might not hear her; think but what she is, Or I doubt mainly, I shall be i'th' mash too. _Jul._ 'Pray speak again. _Lel._ Where is my Woman? _Wom._ Here. _Ang._ Mercy upon me! what a face she has! Would it were vail'd again.