Enter Loveless.
Lov. This News has brought me back, I love this Woman,
Vain as she is, in spite of all her Fopperies of State— [Bows to her, and looks sad.
L. Lam. Alas, I do not merit thy Respect,
I’m fall’n to Scorn, to Pity and Contempt. [Weeping.
Ah, Loveless, fly the wretched—Thy
Virtue is too noble to be shin’d on
By any thing but rising Suns alone:
I’m a declining Shade—
Lov. By Heaven, you were never great till now;