_Luce._ 'Tis a lightning from above, 'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire, 'Tis a boy they call Desire. 'Tis a smile Doth beguile _Jasp._ The poor hearts of men that prove. Tell me more, are women true? _Luce._ Some love change, and so do you. _Jasp._ Are they fair, and never kind? _Luce._ Yes, when men turn with the wind. _Jasp._ Are they froward? _Luce._ Ever toward Those that love, to love anew. _Jasp._ Dissemble it no more, I see the god Of heavy sleep, lays on his heavy mace Upon your eyelids. _Luce._ I am very heavy. _Jasp._ Sleep, sleep, and quiet rest crown thy sweet thoughts: Keep from her fair blood all distempers, startings, Horrors and fearful shapes: let all her dreams Be joys and chaste delights, embraces, wishes, And such new pleasures as the ravish'd soul Gives to the senses. So, my charms have took. Keep her, ye Powers Divine, whilst I contemplate Upon the wealth and beauty of her mind. She's only fair, and constant, only kind, And only to thee, Jasper. O my joys! Whither will you transport me? let not fulness Of my poor buried hopes come up together, And over-charge my spirits; I am weak. Some say (however ill) the sea and women Are govern'd by the moon, both ebb and flow, Both full of changes: yet to them that know, And truly judge, these but opinions are, And heresies to bring on pleasing war Between our tempers, that without these were Both void of after-love, and present fear; Which are the best of Cupid. O thou child! Bred from despair, I dare not entertain thee, Having a love without the faults of women, And greater in her perfect goods than men; Which to make good, and please myself the stronger, Though certainly I'm certain of her love, I'll try her, that the world and memory May sing to after-times her constancy. Luce, Luce, awake! _Luce._ Why do you fright me, friend, With those distempered looks? what makes your sword Drawn in your hand? who hath offended you? I prithee, Jasper, sleep, thou'rt wild with watching. _Jasp._ Come, make your way to Heav'n, and bid the world, With all the villanies that stick upon it, Farewell; you're for another life. _Luce._ Oh, Jasper, How have my tender years committed evil, Especially against the man I love, Thus to be cropt untimely?