_Clar._ You may come higher in time. _Leon._ No more, the Lady. _Enter_ Calista. _Malf._ She frowns. _Clar._ I thank you for this visit cousin, But without leave hereafter from my Lady, I dare not change discourse with you. _Malf._ Pray you take your mornings draught. _Leon._ I thank you: [_Exeunt_ Leon, Malf. Happiness attend your honour. _Calist._ Who gave warrant to this private parle? _Clar._ My innocence; I hope My conference with a kinsman cannot call Your anger on me. _Calist._ Kinsman? Let me have No more of this, as you desire you may continue mine. _Clar._ Why madam (under pardon) Suppose him otherwise: yet coming in A lawfull way, it is excusable. _Calist._ How's this? _Clar._ I grant you are made of pureness, And that your tenderness of honour holds The soveraigntie o're your passions. Yet you have A noble Husband, with allow'd embraces, To quench lascivious fires, should such flame in you, As I must ne're believe. Were I the wife Of one that could but zanie brave _Cleander_, Even in his least perfections, (excuse My o're-bold inference) I should desire To meet no other object. _Cal._ You grow saucie. Do I look further? _Clar._ No, dear Madam: and It is my wonder or astonishment rather, You could deny the service of _Lisander_; A man without a rival: one the King And Kingdom gazes on with admiration, For all the excellencies a Mother could Wish in her only Son. _Cal._ Did not mine honour And obligation to _Cleander_, force me To be deaf to his complaints? _Clar._ 'Tis true; but yet Your rigor to command him from your presence, Argu'd but small compassion; the Groves Witness his grievous sufferings, your fair name Upon the rinde of every gentle Poplar, And amorous Myrtle, (trees to _Venus_ sacred) With adoration carv'd, and knee[l']d unto, This you (unseen of him) both saw and heard Without compassion, and what receiv'd he For his true sorrows? but the heavy knowledge, That 'twas your peremptory will and pleasure, (How e're my Lord liv'd in him) he should quit Your sight and house for ever.