_Mel_. Thou art sad. _Amint_. Who I? I thank you for that, shall _Diphilus_, thou and I sing a catch? _Mel_. How! _Amint_. Prethee let's. _Mel_. Nay, that's too much the other way. _Amint_. I am so lightned with my happiness: how dost thou Love? kiss me. _Evad_. I cannot love you, you tell tales of me. _Amint_. Nothing but what becomes us: Gentlemen, Would you had all such Wives, and all the world, That I might be no wonder; y'are all sad; What, do you envie me? I walk methinks On water, and ne're sink, I am so light. _Mel_. 'Tis well you are so. _Amint_. Well? how can I be other, when she looks thus? Is there no musick there? let's dance. _Mel_. Why? this is strange, _Amintor_! _Amint_. I do not know my self; Yet I could wish my joy were less. _Diph_. I'le marry too, if it will make one thus. _Evad_. _Amintor_, hark. [_Aside_. _Amint_. What says my Love? I must obey. _Evad_. You do it scurvily, 'twill be perceiv'd. _Cle_. My Lord the King is here. [_Enter King and Lysi_. _Amint_. Where? _Stra_. And his Brother. _King_. Good morrow all. _Amintor,_ joy on, joy fall thick upon thee! And Madam, you are alter'd since I saw you, I must salute you; you are now anothers; How lik't you your nights rest? _Evad_. Ill Sir. _Amint_. I! 'deed she took but little. _Lys_. You'l let her take more, and thank her too shortly. _King_. _Amintor_, wert thou truly honest Till thou wert Married? _Amint_. Yes Sir. _King_. Tell me then, how shews the sport unto thee? _Amint_. Why well. _King_. What did you do? _Amint_. No more nor less than other couples use; You know what 'tis; it has but a course name. _King_. But prethee, I should think by her black eye, And her red cheek, she should be quick and stirring In this same business, ha? _Amint_. I cannot tell, I ne're try'd other Sir, but I perceive She is as quick as you delivered. _King_. Well, you'l trust me then _Amintor_, To choose a Wife for you agen? _Amint_. No never Sir. _King_. Why? like you this so ill?