[Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.]
Enter Valentine, Alice, and Servant.
Val. He cannot goe and take no farewel of me,
Can he be so unkind? he's but retir'd
Into the Garden or the Orchard: see Sirs.
Ali. He would not ride there certain, those were planted
Only for walks I take it.
Val. Ride? nay then,
Had he a horse out?
Ser. So the Groom delivers
Somewhat before the break of day.
Val. He's gone,
My best friend's gone Alice; I have lost the noblest,
The truest, and the most man I e're found yet.
Alice. Indeed Sir, he deserves all praise.
Val. All Sister,
All, all, and all too little: O that honesty,
That ermine honesty, unspotted ever,
That perfect goodness.
Alice. Sure he will return Sir,
He cannot be so harsh.