_Asp_. Madam good night, may all the marriage joys That longing Maids imagine in their beds, Prove so unto you; may no discontent Grow 'twixt your Love and you; but if there do, Enquire of me, and I will guide your moan, Teach you an artificial way to grieve, To keep your sorrow waking; love your Lord No worse than I; but if you love so well, Alas, you may displease him, so did I. This is the last time you shall look on me: Ladies farewel; as soon as I am dead, Come all and watch one night about my Hearse; Bring each a mournful story and a tear To offer at it when I go to earth: With flattering Ivie clasp my Coffin round, Write on my brow my fortune, let my Bier Be born by Virgins that shall sing by course The truth of maids and perjuries of men. _Evad_. Alas, I pity thee. [_Exit Evadne_. _Omnes_. Madam, goodnight. _1 Lady_. Come, we'l let in the Bridegroom. _Dul_. Where's my Lord? _1 Lady_. Here take this light. [_Enter Amintor_. _Dul_. You'l find her in the dark. _1 Lady_. Your Lady's scarce a bed yet, you must help her. _Asp_. Go and be happy in your Ladies love; May all the wrongs that you have done to me, Be utterly forgotten in my death. I'le trouble you no more, yet I will take A parting kiss, and will not be denied. You'l come my Lord, and see the Virgins weep When I am laid in earth, though you your self Can know no pity: thus I wind my self Into this willow Garland, and am prouder That I was once your Love (though now refus'd) Than to have had another true to me. So with my prayers I leave you, and must try Some yet unpractis'd way to grieve and die. _Dul_. Come Ladies, will you go? _[Exit Aspatia_. _Om_. Goodnight my Lord. _Amin_. Much happiness unto you all. _[Exeunt Ladies_.