As the Earth never teemd with nor the spring
Gave up in smileing blosomes to the breath
Of those sweet windes that whisper from the West
A tale of triumph to the yeere.  I could
Dissolve with curseing of my Lathargie. 
How shall I looke upon her face whose love
And bold adventure I have thus rewarded? 
But passion cannot cure my wound; which must
Bleed till I see her, and then either cease,
Blest by her pardon, or dismiss a life
(Though iust) too poore a Sacrifice for her anger. 
Where shall I hide my selfe and shame for ever!

[Exit.

The Fifth Act.

Enter Sister.

Sis.  I cannot forgett my carelesse gentleman:  his neglect and reproaches have wrought strangely upon me.—­Hee’s here.

    Enter Courtwell.

Cou.  Is there not a weesill crept into your Chamber, lady?

Sis.  A weesill, sir?

Cou.  A Mounsier sucklegge.

Sis.  Do you take my Chamber for a henns neast?

Cou.  There is a thing that calls himselfe Device,
One that will break the hart of a post horse
To continue a hand gallop with him; your Alamode,
Your fighting faery feather’d footed servant,—­
When saw you him?

Sis.  My fighting servant? has he beaten you, sir?  Perhapps he thought you were his Rivall; surely I saw him not since yesterday.

Cou.  Bu’y, Ladie.—­
How many mile ist to the next Cutlers? 
The rogue has pawn’d or sold my sword.
                            [Offers to go forth.

Sis.  Dee heare, sir?  I can tell you now what Lady twas you did Abuse so.

Cou.  I abuse a Ladie! tell me the slave Reported it.  I hope twill prove this Mounsieur.  If ere we meet agen!  Who wast?

Sis.  Upon condition, sir, you will requite me But with one gentle favour.

Cou.  Any thing—­

Sis.  You must sitt downe and heare me then while I At a distance thus deliver—­

Cou.  Tis more state.

Sis.  I am most unfortunate.

Cou.  In what, deare Damsell?

Sis.  And much wrongd by a gentleman I lov’d.

Cou.  Can he be a gentleman that dares Wrong so much love and beauty? what’s the offence?

Sis.  He wo’not love agen.

Cou.  And you would have The stubborne man corrected?

Sis.  I would be
Revengd if I knew how, and honour him
Should do me Justice.

Cou.  Name the man; Ile doot.

Sis.  I cannot.

Cou.  How?

Sis.  Yet turne your face:  alas, it is yourselfe.  I have your word to punish him.

Cou.  Sweet Ladie,
I am well acquainted with the worthy gentleman,
But will not kill nor strike him, for I know
He has just reason not to love you—­you
Of all your sex; he told me so.