_Mer._ I kneel and thank ye, Sir, And I must say ye are truly honourable: And dare confess my Will, yet still a Virgin; But so unfit and weak a Cabinet To keep your love and virtue in am I now, That have been forc'd and broken, lost my lustre, I mean this body, so corrupt a Volume For you to study goodness in, and honor, I shall intreat your Grace, confer that happiness Upon a beauty sorrow never saw yet: And when this grief shall kill me, as it must do, Only remember yet ye had such a Mistriss; And if ye then dare shed a tear, yet honour me: Good Gentlemen, express your pities to me, In seeking out this villany; and my last suit Is to your Grace, that I may have your favour To live a poor recluse Nun with this Lady, From Court and company, till Heaven shall hear me, And send me comfort, or death end my misery. _Qu._ Take your own Will, my very heart bleeds for thee. _Ag._ Farwell _Merione_, since I have not thee, I'll wed thy goodness, and thy memory. _Leo._ And I her fair revenge. _The._ Away: let's follow it, For he is so rank i'th' wind we cannot miss him. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Quarta._ _Enter_ Crates _and_ Conon. _Cra. Conon_, you are welcome home, ye are wondrous welcome, Is this your first arrival? _Co._ Sir, but now I reacht the Town. _Cra._ Y'are once more welcome then. _Co._ I thank ye, noble Sir. _Cra._ Pray ye do me the honor To make my poor house first-- _Con._ Pray Sir excuse me, I have not seen mine own yet; nor made happy These longing eyes with those I love there: what's this a Tavern? _Cra._ It seems so by the outside. _Co._ Step in here then, And since it offers it self so freely to us, A place made only for liberal entertainment, Let's seek no further, but make use of this, And after the _Greek_ fashion, to our friends Crown a round cup or two. _Enter_ Vintner _and_ Drawer. _Cra._ Your pleasure, Sir. Drawers, who waits within? _Draw._ Anon, anon Sir. _Vint._ Look into the _Lilly-pot_: why _Mark_ there; You are welcome Gentlemen; heartily welcome My noble friend. _Cra._ Let's have good Wine mine Host, And a fine private room. _Vint._ Will ye be there Sir? What is't you'll drink? I'll draw your Wine my self: Quissions ye knaves: why when? _Enter_ Drawer. _Draw._ Anon, anon Sir. _Vint. Chios_, or _Lebos_, _Greek_? _Cra._ Your best and neatest. _Vint._ I'll draw ye that shall dance. _Cra._ Away, be quick then. [_Exit Vintner._