_Pand._ Away, away, you are foolish. _Jul._ Bear all my service sweet Boy. _Pand._ Art thou here still? _Jul._ And tell him what thou wilt that shall become thee. _Pand._ I'th' house, and know we are here. [_Ex. Boy._ _Jul._ No, no, he did not; I warrant you he did not: could you think His love had less than wings, had he but seen me; His strong affection any thing but fire Consuming all weak lets and rubs before it, Till he had met my flame, and made one body? If ever heavens high blessings met in one man, And there erected to their holy uses A sacred mind fit for their services, Built all of polisht honor, 'twas in this man: Misdoubt him not. _Pand._ I know he's truely noble; But why this sadness, when the general cause Requires a Jubile of joy? _Jul._ I know not. [_Enter_ Virolet _and Boy._ _Pand._ Pray heaven you find it not. _Jul._ I hope I shall not: O here he comes, and with him all my happiness; He stays and thinks, we may be too unmannerly; Pray give him leave. [_they stand off._ _Pand._ I do not like this sadness. _Vir._ O hard condition of my misery! Unheard of plagues! when to behold that woman, That chast and virtuous woman, that preserv'd me, That pious wife, wedded to my afflictions, Must be more terrible than all my dangers. O fortune, thou hast rob'd me of my making, The noble building of a man, demolisht, And flung me headlong, on a sin so base Man and mankind contemn; even beasts abhor it, A sin more dull than drink, a shame beyond it; So foul, and far from faith; I dare not name it, But it will cry it self out, loud ingratitude. Your blessing Sir. _Pand._ You have it in abundance; So is our joy, to see you safe. _Vir._ My Dear one! _Jul._ H'as not forgot me yet: O take me to you Sir.