_Are_. Oh cruel, are you hard hearted too? Who shall now tell you, how much I lov'd you; Who shall swear it to you, and weep the tears I send? Who shall now bring you Letters, Rings, Bracelets, Lose his health in service? wake tedious nights In stories of your praise? Who shall sing Your crying Elegies? And strike a sad soul Into senseless Pictures, and make them mourn? Who shall take up his Lute, and touch it, till He crown a silent sleep upon my eye-lid, Making me dream and cry, Oh my dear, dear _Philaster_. _Phi_. Oh my heart! Would he had broken thee, that made thee know This Lady was not Loyal. Mistress, forget The boy, I'le get thee a far better. _Are_. Oh never, never such a boy again, as my _Bellario_. _Phi_. 'Tis but your fond affection. _Are_. With thee my boy, farewel for ever, All secrecy in servants: farewel faith, And all desire to do well for it self: Let all that shall succeed thee, for thy wrongs, Sell and betray chast love. _Phi_. And all this passion for a boy? _Are_. He was your boy, and you put him to me, And the loss of such must have a mourning for. _Phi_. O thou forgetful woman! _Are_. How, my Lord? _Phi_. False _Arethusa_! Hast thou a Medicine to restore my wits, When I have lost 'em? If not, leave to talk, and do thus. _Are_. Do what Sir? would you sleep? _Phi_. For ever _Arethusa_. Oh you gods, Give me a worthy patience; Have I stood Naked, alone the shock of many fortunes? Have I seen mischiefs numberless, and mighty Grow li[k]e a sea upon me? Have I taken Danger as stern as death into my bosom, And laught upon it, made it but a mirth, And flung it by? Do I live now like him, Under this Tyrant King, that languishing Hears his sad Bell, and sees his Mourners? Do I Bear all this bravely, and must sink at length Under a womans falshood? Oh that boy, That cursed boy? None but a villain boy, to ease your lust? _Are_. Nay, then I am betray'd, I feel the plot cast for my overthrow; Oh I am wretched.