_Evant._ And I yours too, 'Tis a most noble one, adorn'd with vertue; But if we love not one another really, And put our bodies and our mind together, And so make up the concord of affection, Our love will prove but a blind superstition: This is no school to argue in my Lord, Nor have we time to talk away allow'd us, Pray let's dispatch, if any one should come And find us at this distance, what would they think? Come, kiss me and to bed. _Val._ That I dare do, and kiss again. _Evant._ Spare not, they are your own Sir. _Val._ But to injoy thee is to be luxurious; Too sensuall in my love, and too ambitious; O how I burn! to pluck thee from the stalk, Where now thou grow'st a sweet bud and a beauteous, And bear'st the prime and honour of the Garden, Is but to violate thy spring, and spoil thee. _Evant._ To let me blow, and fall alone would anger ye. _Val._ Let's sit together thus, and as we sit Feed on the sweets of one anothers souls, The happiness of love is contemplation, The blessedness of love is pure affection, Where no allay of actuall dull desires, Of pleasure that partakes with wantonness, Of humane fire that burns out as it kindles, And leaves the body but a poor repentance, Can ever mix, let's fix on that _Evanthe_, That's everlasting, the tother casuall; Eternity breeds one, the other fortune, Blind as her self, and full of all afflictions. Shall we love vertuously? _Evant._ I ever loved so. _Val._ And only think our love; the rarest pleasure, And that we most desire, let it be humane, If once injoyed grows stale, and cloys our appetites; I would not lessen in my love for any thing, Nor find thee but the same in my short journey, For my loves safety. _Evant._ Now I see I am old Sir, Old and ill favour'd too, poor and despis'd, And am not worth your noble Fellowship, Your fellowship in Love, you would not else Thus cunningly seek to betray a maid, A maid that honours you thus piously; Strive to abuse the pious love she brings ye. Farewel my Lord, since ye have a better Mistris, For it must seem so, or ye are no man, A younger, happier, I shall give her room, So much I love ye still. _Val._ Stay my _Evanthe_, Heaven bear me witness, thou art all I love, All I desire, and now have pity on me, I never lyed before; forgive me Justice, Youth and affection stop your ears unto me. _Evant._ Why do you weep? if I have spoke too harshly, And unbeseeming, my beloved Lord, My care and duty, pardon me. _Val._ O hear me, Hear me _Evanthe_; I am all on torture, And this lye tears my conscience as I vent it; I am no man. _Evant._ How Sir? _Val._ No man for pleasure, no womans man. _Eva._ Goodness forbid my Lord, sure you abuse your self.