_Calis._ The will of Heaven not mine, which must not alter, And my eternal doom for ought I know Is fixt upon me; alas, I must love nothing, Nothing that loves again must I be blest with: The gentle Vine climbs up the Oke and clips him, And when the stroke comes, yet they fall together; Death, death must I enjoy, and live to love him, O noble Sir! _Mem._ Those tears are some reward yet, Pray let me wed your sorrows. _Calis._ Take 'em Souldier, They are fruitfull ones, lay but a sigh upon 'em, And straight they will conceive to infinites; I told ye what ye would find 'em. _Enter_ Funeral, _Captains following, and_ Eumenes. _King._ How now, what's this? more drops to th' Ocean? Whose body's this? _Eum._ The noble _Polydor_, This speaks his death. _Mem._ My Brother dead? _Calis._ O Goddess! O cruel, cruel _Venus_, here's my fortune. _King._ Read Captain. _Mem._ Read aloud: farewel my follies. [Eumen. _reads to the Excellent Princess_ Calis. _Eum._ Be wise, as you are beauteous, love with judgement, And look with clear eyes on my noble Brother, Value desert and vertue, they are Jewels, Fit for your worth and wearing: take heed Lady, The Gods reward ingratitude most grievous; Remember me no more, or if you must, Seek me in noble _Memnons_ love, I dwell there: I durst not live, because I durst not wrong him, I can no more, make me eternal happy With looking down upon your loves. _Farewel._ _Mem._ And did'st thou die for me? _King._ Excellent vertue! What will ye now doe? _Calis._ Dwell for ever here Sir. _Mem._ For me dear _Polydor_? O worthy young man! O love, love, love, love above recompence! Infinite love, infinite honesty! Good Lady leave, you must have no share here, Take home your sorrows: here's enough to store me, Brave glorious griefs! was ever such a Brother? Turn all the stories over in the world yet, And search through all the memories of mankind, And find me such a friend; h'as out done all, Outstript 'em sheerly, all, all, thou hast _Polydor_, To die for me; why, as I hope for happiness, 'Twas one of the rarest thought on things, The bravest, and carried beyond compass of our actions, I wonder how he hit it, a young man too, In all the blossomes of his youth and beautie, In all the fulness of his veins and wishes Woo'd by that Paradise, that would catch Heaven; It starts me extreamly, thou blest Ashes, Thou faithfull monument, where love and friendship Shall while the world is, work new miracles. _Calis._ O! let me speak too. _Mem._ No not yet; thou man, (For we are but mans shadows,) only man, I have not words to utter him; speak Lady, I'le think a while.