_Mel_. This old fellow haunts me, But the distracted carriage of mine _Amintor_ Takes deeply on me, I will find the cause; I fear his Conscience cries, he wrong'd _Aspatia_. _Enter Amintor_. _Amint_. Mens eyes are not so subtil to perceive My inward misery; I bear my grief Hid from the World; how art thou wretched then? For ought I know, all Husbands are like me; And every one I talk with of his Wife, Is but a well dissembler of his woes As I am; would I knew it, for the rareness afflicts me now. _Mel_. _Amintor_, We have not enjoy'd our friendship of late, for we were wont to charge our souls in talk. _Amint_. _Melantius_, I can tell thee a good jest of _Strato_ and a Lady the last day. _Mel_. How wast? _Amint_. Why such an odd one. _Mel_. I have long'd to speak with you, not of an idle jest that's forc'd, but of matter you are bound to utter to me. _Amint_. What is that my friend? _Mel_. I have observ'd, your words fall from your tongue Wildly; and all your carriage, Like one that strove to shew his merry mood, When he were ill dispos'd: you were not wont To put such scorn into your speech, or wear Upon your face ridiculous jollity: Some sadness sits here, which your cunning would Cover o're with smiles, and 'twill not be. What is it? _Amint_. A sadness here! what cause Can fate provide for me, to make me so? Am I not lov'd through all this Isle? the King Rains greatness on me: have I not received A Lady to my bed, that in her eye Keeps mounting fire, and on her tender cheeks Inevitable colour, in her heart A prison for all vertue? are not you, Which is above all joyes, my constant friend? What sadness can I have? no, I am light, And feel the courses of my blood more warm And stirring than they were; faith marry too, And you will feel so unexprest a joy In chast embraces, that you will indeed appear another.