Cle. O think not so. If you had lost a Sister
You lock'd all your delights in, it would grieve you:
A little you would wander from the fondness
You ow'd your husband: I have lost a friend,
A noble friend, all that was excellent
In man, or man-kind, was contain'd within him,
That loss my wife—
Enter Malfort.
Malf. Madam, your noble Father—
A fee for my good news.
Cal. Why? what of him Sir?
Mal. Is lighted at the door, and longs to see you.
Calist. Attend him hither.
Clean. O my dear Lisander.
But I'le be merry: let's meet him my Calista.
Cal. I hope Lisanders love will now be buried:
My Father will bring joy enough for one moneth,
To put him out of memorie.
Enter Dorilaus, his arm in a scarff.
Dor. How do you Son?
Bless my fair child, I am come to visit yee,
To see what house you keep, they say you are bountifull,
I like the noise well, and I come to trie it.
Ne're a great belly yet? how have you trifl'd?
If I had done so (Son) I should have heard on't
On both sides by Saint Denis.