_Am._ Stand fair, light of Love, which epithite and place Adds to thee honour, to me it would be shame, We must be weight in love, no grain too light; Thou art the Land-mark, but if love be blind, (As many that can see have so reported) What benefit canst thou be to his darkness? Love is a jewel (some say) inestimable, But hung at the ear, deprives our own sight, And so it shines to others, not our selves. I speak my skill, I have only heard on't, But I could wish a nearer document, Alass, the ignorant desire to know: Some say Love's but a toy, and with a but. Now methinks I should love it ne'er the worse, A toy is harmless sure, and may be plaid with, It seldome goes without his adjunct, pretty, A pretty toy we say, 'tis meeter to joy too. Well, here may be a mad night yet for all this, Here's a Priest ready, and a Lady ready: A chamber ready, and a bed ready, 'Tis then but making unready, and that's soon done: My Lady is my Cosen; I, my self, Which is nearest then? My desires are mine, Say they be hers too, is't a hanging matter? It may be ventur'd in a worser cause, I must go question with my conscience: I have the word; Centinel, do thou stand, Thou shalt not need to call, I'll be at hand. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Antonio _and_ Martin. _Ant._ Are we not dog'd behind us, thinkst thou friend? _Mar._ I heard not one bark, Sir. _Ant._ There are that bite And bark not (man:) me-thought I spy'd two fellows That through two streets together walk'd aloof, And wore their eyes suspiciously upon us. _Mar._ Your Jealousie, nothing else; or such perhaps As are afraid as much of us, who knows But about the like business? but for your fears sake I'll advise and intreat one curtesie. _Ant._ What's that friend? _Mar._ I will not be denyed, Sir, Change your upper garments with me. _Ant._ It needs not. _Mar._ I think so too, but I will have it so, If you dare trust me with the better Sir. _Ant._ Nay then. _Mar._ If there should be danger towards, There will be the main mark I'm sure. _Ant._ Here thou tak'st from me. _Mar._ Tush, the General Must be safe, how ere the Battle goes: See you the Beacon yonder? _Ant._ Yes, we are near shore. _Enter 2. Gentlemen with weapons drawn, they set upon_ Martin: Antonio _pursues them out in rescue of_ Martin. _Mar._ Come, Land, land, you must clamber by the cliffe, Here are no stairs to rise by. _Ant._ I are you there? [_fight and Exeunt._ _Enter_ Aminta _above, and_ Martin _return'd again ascends_. _Am. Antonio?_ _Mar._ Yes _Ismenia_. _Am._ Thine own. _Mar._ Quench the light, thine eyes are guides illustrious. _Am._ 'Tis necessary. [_Exeunt._