Alin. May be he would speak alone; go off, Juletta,
Afflicted hearts fear their own motions.
Be not far off.
Jul. Would I were nearer to him,
A young smug handsom holiness has no fellow. [Exit.
Al. Why do you grieve? do you find your penance sharp?
Or are the vows ye've made too mighty for ye?
Does not the World allure ye to look back,
And sorrow for the sweet time ye have lost?
Ye are young, and fair; be not deluded, Sir,
A manly made-up heart contemns these shadows,
And yours appear no less, griefs for your fears,
For hours ill-spent, for wrongs done rash, and rudely,
For foul contempts, for faiths ill violated,
Become fears well; I dare not task your goodness;
And then a sorrow shews in his true glory,
When the whole heart is excellently sorry,
I pray ye be comforted.
Ped. I am, dear Lady,
And such a comfort ye have cast upon me,
That though I struggle with mine own cal[a]mities
Too mighty, and too many for my mannage,
And though, like angry waves, they curl'd upon me,
Contending proudly who should first devour me,
Yet I would stem their danger.
Alin. He speaks nobly;
What do you want?
Ped. All that can make me happy;
I want my self.
Alin. Your self? who rob'd ye, Pilgrim?
Why does he look so constantly upon me?
I want my self; indeed, ye holy Wanderers
Are said to seek much, but to seek your selves—
Ped. I seek my self, and am but my selfs shadow,
'Have lost my self; and now am not so noble.
Alin. I seek my self; something I yet remember
That bears that Motto; 'tis not he, he's younger,
And far more tender; for that self-sake (Pilgrim)
Be who it will, take this.
Ped. Your hand I dare take,
That be far from me, Lady, thus I kiss it,
And thus I bless it too; Be constant fair still,
Be good, and live to be a great example. [Exit.