_Lor._ No, thus I’le be reueng’d. _Imbraces him._ I know thou louest mee, and I must inioyne Thy loue vnto an act of secresie, Which you must not denie. _Iag._ Sir, I obey. _Lor._ Then thus it is, I must coniure your faith, And priuacie in my arriuall yet, For I intend a while in some disguise To obserue the times and humors of the Court. _Iag._ How meanes your Grace? can you indure to see The Court eclipst with clouds of discontent, Your father mourne your absence, and all hearts Ore-whelm’d with sorrow, and you present, Sir? _Lor._ _Iago_, I’me resolu’d: Therefore what shape or humor I assume, Take you no notice that I am the Prince. _Iag._ Sir, I consent, And vow to your concealement. _Lor._ It is enough, my brother’s dead, thou saist: I haue some teares to spend vpon his Tombe, We are the next vnto the Diadem, That’s the occasion I obscure my selfe. Happie’s that Prince, that ere he rules, shall know, VVhere the chiefe errors of his State doe grow. _Exeunt._ ACT. II. _Enter_ LISANDRO, _and_ LORETTA, _seuerall_. _Lor._ My Lord _Lisandro_, y’are met happily. _Lis._ _Loretta!_ welcome, welcome as my life. How fares my dearest Saint? _Lor._ Like a distressed Prisoner, whose hard fate Hath bard her from all ioy in losing you, A torment which she counts insufferable. _Lis._ This separation, like the stroke of death, Makes a diuorce betwixt my soule and mee; For how can I liue without her In whom my life subsists? For neuer did the Load-stone more respect The Northerne Pole, by natures kind instinct, Then my affections truly sympathize With her, the Starre of my felicitie. _Lor._ Therefore shee prayes you, henceforth to desist, Respecting your owne safetie: VVorthie Prince, The times are troublesome and dangerous: As for her selfe, she’s arm’d to vndergoe All malice that for you they can inflict. _Lis._ Oh my _Loretta_! thou appli’st a balme VVorse then the wound it selfe: It is impossible For me to liue at all but in her sight. But was this all shee said, That I should leaue her? Death could not ha’ spoke A word more fatall to my soule and mee: Let her inioyne mee to some other taske, Tho it were greater then the sonne of Ioue Did for his Step-dame _Iuno_ euer act: Let it be any thing, so I may not leaue Her sweet societie. _Lor._ Then, here my Lord, read this.