_Charl._ My Castabella, for myself to stay, Or you to go, would either tax my youth With a dishonourable weakness, or Your loving purpose with immodesty. _Enter_ LANGUEBEAU SNUFFE. And, for the satisfaction of your love, Here comes a man whose knowledge I have made A witness to the contract of our vows, Which my return, by marriage, shall confirm. _Lang._ I salute you both with the spirit of copulation, already informed of your matrimonial purposes, and will testimony to the integrity-- _Cast._ O the sad trouble of my fearful soul! My faithful servant, did you never hear That when a certain great man went to the war, The lovely face of Heaven was masqued with sorrow, The sighing winds did move the breast of earth, The heavy clouds hung down their mourning heads, And wept sad showers the day that he went hence As if that day presaged some ill success That fatally should kill his happiness. And so it came to pass. Methinks my eyes (Sweet Heaven forbid!) are like those weeping clouds, And as their showers presaged, so do my tears. Some sad event will follow my sad fears. _Charl._ Fie, superstitious! Is it bad to kiss? _Cast._ May all my fears hurt me no more than this! _Lang._ Fie, fie, fie! these carnal kisses do stir up the concupiscences of the flesh. _Enter_ BELFOREST _and_ LEVIDULCIA. _Lev._ O! here's your daughter under her servant's lips. _Charl._ Madam, there is no cause you should mistrust The kiss I gave; 'twas but a parting one. _Lev._ A lusty blood! Now by the lip of love, Were I to choose your joining one for me-- _Bel._ Your father stays to bring you on the way. Farewell. The great commander of the war Prosper the course you undertake! Farewell. _Charl._ My lord, I humbly take my leave.--Madam, I kiss your hand.--And your sweet lip.--[_To_ CASTABELLA.] Farewell. [_Exeunt_ BELFOREST, LEVIDULCIA, _and_ CASTABELLA. Her power to speak is perished in her tears. Something within me would persuade my stay, But reputation will not yield unto't. Dear sir, you are the man whose honest trust My confidence hath chosen for my friend. I fear my absence will discomfort her. You have the power and opportunity To moderate her passion. Let her grief Receive that friendship from you, and your love Shall not repent itself of courtesy. _Lang._ Sir, I want words and protestation to insinuate into your credit; but in plainness and truth, I will qualify her grief with the spirit of consolation. _Charl._ Sir, I will take your friendship up at use, And fear not that your profit shall be small; Your interest shall exceed your principal. [_Exit._ _Re-enter_ D'AMVILLE _with_ BORACHIO. _D'Am._ Monsieur Languebeau! happily encountered. The honesty of your conversation makes me request more interest in your familiarity.