_Lid._ Mine own free choice, Sir: I live here poorly, but contentedly, Because I find enough to feed my fortunes; Indeed too much: these wild fields are my gardens, The Crystal Rivers they afford their waters, And grudge not their sweet streams to quench afflictions; The hollow rocks their beds, which though they are hard, (The Emblems of a doting lovers fortune) Yet they are quiet; and the weary slumbers The eyes catch there, softer than beds of Down, Friend; The Birds my Bell to call me to devotions; My Book the story of my wandring life, In which I find more hours due to repentance Than time hath told me yet. _Lis._ Answer me truly. _Lid._ I will do that without a conjuration. _Lis._ I'th' depth of meditation do you not Sometimes think of _Olinda_? _Lid._ I endeavour To raze her from my memory, as I wish You would do the whole Sex, for know, _Lisander_, The greatest curse brave man can labour under, Is the strong Witch-craft of a Womans eyes; Where I find men I preach this doctrine to 'em: As you are a Scholar, knowledge make your Mistris, The hidden beauties of the Heavens your study; There shall you find fit wonder for your faith, And for your eye in-imitable objects: As you are a profess'd souldier, court your honour, Though she be stern, she is honest, a brave Mistris; The greater danger you oppose to win her, She shews the sweeter, and rewards the nobler; Womans best loves to hers meer shadows be, For after death she weds your memory. These are my contemplations. _Lis._ Heavenly ones; And in a young man more remarkable. But wherefore do I envy, and not tread in This blessed tract? here's in the heart no falshood To a vow'd friend, no quarrels seconded With Challenges, which answer'd in defence Of the word Reputation, murther follows. A man may here repent his sins, and though His hand like mine be stain'd in bloud, it may be With penitence and true contrition wash'd off; You have prov'd it, _Lidian_. _Lid._ And you'll find it true, if you persevere. _Lis._ Here then ends my flight, And here the fury of the King shall find me Prepar'd for Heaven, if I am mark'd to dye; For that I truly grieve for. _Enter Fryar, and_ Clarange _in Fryars habit._ _Fry._ Keep your self conceal'd, I am instructed. _Clar._ How the sight Of my dear friend confirms me. _Lis._ What are these? _Lid._ Two reverend Fryers, one I know. _Fry._ To you This journey is devoted. _Lid._ Welcome, Father. _Fry._ I know your resolution so well grounded, And your adieu unto the world so constant, That though I am th' unwilling messenger Of a strange accident to try your temper, It cannot shake you. You had once a friend, A noble friend, _Clarange_. _Lid._ And have still, I hope, good Father.