_Jul._ How would thine eyes have emptied thee in sorrow, And left the Conduit of nature drie? Thy hands have turn'd rebellious to the balls, And broke the glasses, with thine own curses Have torn thy soul, left thee a Statue To propagate thy next posterity. _Bel._ Yes, and thou causer: so it said to me, They fight but your mischiefs: the young men were friends, As is the life and blood coagulate And curded in one body; but this is yours, An inheritance that you have gather'd for 'em, A Legacie of blood to kill each other Throughout your Generations. Was't not so? _Jul._ Word for word. _Bel._ Nay, I can go farther yet. _Jul._ 'Tis far enough; Let us attone it here. And in a reconciled circle fold Our friendship new again. _Bel._ The sign's in _Gemini_, An auspicious house, 't has join'd both ours again. _Jul._ You cannot proclaim me coward now, Don _Bellides_. _Bel._ No: thou 'rt a valiant fellow: so am I: I'll fight with thee at this hug, to the last leg I have to stand on, or breath or life left. _Jul._ This is the salt unto humanity, And keeps it sweet. _Bel._ Love! oh life stinks without it. I can tell you news. _Jul._ Good has long been wanting. _Bel._ I do suspect, and I have some proof on't, (So far as a Love-Epistle comes to) That _Antonio_ (your Nephew) and my daughter _Ismenia_ are very good friends before us. _Jul._ That were a double wall about our houses, Which I could wish were built. _Bel._ I had it From _Antonio_'s Intimate, Don _Martin_: And yet (me thought) it was no friendly part To show it me. _Jul._ Perhaps 't was his consent: Lovers have policies as well as Statesmen: They look not always at the mark they aim at. _Bel._ Wee'll take up cudgels, and have one bowt with 'em, They shall know nothing of this union: And till they find themselves most desperate, Succor shall never see 'em. _Jul._ I'll take your part Sir. _Bel._ It grows late; there's a happy day past us. _Jul._ The example I hope to all behind it. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter_ Aminta _(above) with a Taper_.