Lid. And I'le abroad again, Farewel.
Clara. Farewel to ye.
[Exeunt Clarange, and Lidian.
Cle. Their blunted departure troubles me: I fear
A suddain and a dangerous division
Of their long love will follow: have you took
Your leave of fair Olinda?
Enter Calista, with a purse.
C[al]. She is gone Sir.
Cle. Had you brought news Lisander were return'd too,
I were most happy.
Cal. Still upon Lisander?
Cle. I know he loves me, as he loves his health:
And Heaven knows I love him.
Cal. I find it so:
For me you have forgot, and what I am to you.