Lid. Nay, brave Sir, come in too;
You may love also, and may hope, if ye do,
And not rewarded for't, there is no justice;
Farewel friend, here let's part upon our pilgrimage,
It must be so, Cupid draws on our sorrows.
And where the lot lights—
Clar. I shall count it happiness,
Farewel, dear friend.
Lis. First, let's relieve the Gentleman
That lyes hurt in your cause, and bring him off,
And take some care for your hurts, then I will part too,
A third unfortunate, and willing wanderer. [Exeunt.
Enter Olinda, and Calista.
Oli. My fears foresaw 'twould come to this.
Cal. I would your sentence had been milder.
Olln. 'Tis past help now.
Cal. I share in your despair, and yet my hopes
Have not quite left me, since all possible means
Are practised to prevent the mischief following
Their mortal meeting, my Lord is coasted one way,
My Father, though his hurts forbad his travel,
Hath took another, my Brother in Law Beronte
A third, and every minute we must look for
The certain knowledge, which we must endure
With that calm patience heav'n shall please to lend us.
Enter Dorilaus, and Cleander, severally.
Dor. Dead both?