_Amin._ Have ye forgot me, Sir? _Alb._ My _Aminta_? _Amin._ She Sir, That walks here up and down an empty shadow, One, that for some few hours But wanders here, carrying her own sad Coffin, Seeking some Desart place to lodge her griefs in. _Alb._ Sweet sorrow welcome, welcome noble grief; How got you this fair liberty to see me? For sorrows in your shape are strangers to me. _Amin._ I come to counsel ye. _Alb._ Ye are still more welcome; For good friends in afflictions give good Councels. Pray then proceed. _Amin._ Pray eat first, ye shew faint; Here's Wine to refresh ye too. _Alb._ I thank ye dear. _Amin._ Drink again. _Alb._ Here's to our loves. How, turn and weep! Pray pledge it: this happiness we have yet left, Our hearts are free. Not pledge it? Why? And though beneath the Axe this health were holy, Why do ye weep thus? _Amin._ I come to woo ye. _Alb._ To woo me Sweet? I am woo'd and won already, You know I am yours. This pretty way becomes ye. But you would deceive my sorrows; that's your intent. _Amin._ I would I could, I should not weep, but smile. Do ye like your Meat and Wine? _Alb._ Like it? _Amin._ Do you like your liberty? _Alb._ All these I well may like. _Amin._ Then pray like her that sent 'em. Do ye like wealth, and most unequal'd beauty? _Alb._ Peace, indeed you'l make me angry. _Amin._ Would I were dead that ask it, Then ye might freely like, and I forgive ye. _Alb._ What like, and who? add not more misery To a man that's fruitful in afflictions. Who is't you would have me like? Who sent these comforts? _Amin._ I must tell. _Alb._ Be bold. _Amin._ But be you temperate. If you be bold I die. The young fair Virgin; (Sorrow hath made me old.) O hearken, And wisely hark, the Governess daughter: That Star that strikes this Island full of wonder, That blooming sweetness. _Alb._ What of her? _Amin._ She sent it: and with it, It must be out, she dotes on ye, And must enjoy ye: else no joy must find ye. _Alb._ And have you the patience to deliver this? _Amin._ A sister may say much, and modestly. _Alb._ A sister? _Amin._ Yes, that name undid ye; Undid us both: had ye nam'd Wife, she had fear'd ye; And fear'd the sin she follow'd; She had shun'd, yea Her Virgin modesty had not touch'd at ye. But thinking you were free, hath kindled a fire, I fear will hardly be extinguisht. _Alb._ Indeed I played the fool. _Amin._ O my best Sir, take heed, Take heed of lies. Truth, though it trouble some minds, Some wicked minds, that are both dark and dangerous: Yet it preserves it self, comes off pure, innocent, And like the Sun, though never so eclips'd, Must break in glory. O Sir, lie no more.