Alin. One word more (Pilgrim) has amaz'd me strangly,
Be constant fair still; 'tis the Posie here;
And here without, Be good; he wept to see me. Juletta.
Enter Juletta.
Jul. Madam.
Alin. Take this Key, and fetch me
The marygold-Jewel that lies in my little Cabinet;
I think 'tis that; what eyes had I to miss him? [Ex. Jul.
O me, what thoughts? he had no beard then, and
As I remember well, he was more ruddy.
Enter Juletta.
If this be he, he has a manly face yet,
A goodly shape.
Jul. Here Madam.
Alin. Let me see it;
'Tis so true, it must be he, or nothing,
He spake the words just as they stand engraven here:
I seek my self, and am but my selfs shadow;
Alas, poor man! didst thou not meet him, Juletta?
The Pilgrim, Wench?
Jul. He went by long ago, Madam.
Alin. I forgot to give him something.