Be quick, be quick. All grace is wiped from life
Since she went away. O sad, sad am I
When there I enter on that loneliness,
And wine is unvintaged of the sun's flavour.
And food is tasteless. But I've put on weight.
MYRRHINE (above)
I love him O so much! but he won't have it.
Don't call me down to him.
CINESIAS
Sweet little Myrrhine!
What do you mean? Come here.
MYRRHINE
O no I won't.
Why are you calling me? You don't want me.
CINESIAS
Not want you! with this week-old strength of love.
MYRRHINE