_Cler._ Wee easily may beleeve it, since we see In this worlds practise few men better be. Justice to live doth nought but justice neede, 130 But policie must still on mischiefe feede. Untruth, for all his ends, truths name doth sue in; None safely live but those that study ruine. A good man happy is a common good; Ill men advanc'd live of the common bloud. 135 _Gui._ But this thy brothers spirit startles mee, These spirits seld or never hanting men But some mishap ensues. _Cler._ Ensue what can; Tyrants may kill but never hurt a man; All to his good makes, spight of death and hell. 140 _Enter Aumall._ _Aumale._ All the desert of good renowne your Highnesse! _Gui._ Welcome, Aumall! _Cler._ My good friend, friendly welcome! How tooke my noblest mistresse the chang'd newes? _Aum._ It came too late sir, for those loveliest eyes (Through which a soule look't so divinely loving, 145 Teares nothing uttering her distresse enough) She wept quite out, and, like two falling starres, Their dearest sights quite vanisht with her teares. _Cler._ All good forbid it! _Gui._ What events are these! _Cler._ All must be borne, my lord; and yet this chance 150 Would willingly enforce a man to cast off All power to beare with comfort, since hee sees In this our comforts made our miseries. _Gui._ How strangely thou art lov'd of both the sexes; Yet thou lov'st neyther, but the good of both. 155 _Cler._ In love of women my affection first Takes fire out of the fraile parts of my bloud; Which, till I have enjoy'd, is passionate Like other lovers; but, fruition past, I then love out of judgement, the desert 160 Of her I love still sticking in my heart, Though the desire and the delight be gone, Which must chance still, since the comparison Made upon tryall twixt what reason loves, And what affection, makes in mee the best 165 Ever preferd, what most love, valuing lest. _Gui._ Thy love being judgement then, and of the minde, Marry thy worthiest mistresse now being blinde.