Max. Why, so it should be: how?
Claud. When first she enter'd
Into her house, after a world of weeping,
And blushing like the Sun-set, as we see her;
Dare I, said she, defile this house with Whore,
In which his noble Family has flourish'd?
At which she fell, and stir'd no more; we rub'd her. [Exit Clau.
Max. No more of that; be gone; now my Æcius,
If thou wilt do me pleasure, weep a little,
I am so parch'd I cannot: Your example
Has brought the rain down now: now lead me friend,
And as we walk together, let's pray together truly,
I may not fall from faith.
Æcius. That's nobly spoken.
Max. Was I not wild, Æcius?
Æcius. Somewhat troubled.
Max. I felt no sorrow then; Now I'll go with ye,
But do not name the Woman; fye, what fool
Am I to weep thus? Gods, Lucina, take thee,
For thou wert even the best and worthiest Lady.
Æcius. Good Sir, no more, I shall be melted with it.
Max. I have done, and good Sir comfort me;
Would there were wars now.
Æcius. Settle your thoughts, come.