Enter Miranda and Astorius.
Ast. I knew ye lov'd her, virtuously ye lov'd her,
Which made me make that haste: I knew ye priz'd her
As all fair minds do goodness.
Mir. Good Astorius,
I [must] confess I do much honor her,
And worthily I hope still.
Ast. 'Tis no doubt, Sir,
For on my life she is much wrong'd.
Mir. Very likely:
And I as much tormented I was absent.
Ast. You need not fear, Peter Gomera's Noble,
Of a try'd faith and valour.
Mir. This I know too:
But whilst I was not there, and whilst she suffer'd;
Whilst Virtue suffer'd, friend, oh how it loads me!
Whilst innocence and sweetness sunk together,
How cold it sits here! if my arm had fought her,
My truth, though naked, stood against all treasons,
My sword here grasped, Love on the edge, and Honor,
And but a signal from her eye to seal it;
If then she had been lost; I brag too late,
And too much I decline the Noble Peter.
Yet some poor service I would do her sweetness,
Alas she needs it, my Astorius,
The gentle Lady needs it.
Ast. Noble spirit.
Mir. And what [I] can: prethee bear with this weakness.
Often I do not use these Womens weapons
But where true pity is. I am much troubl'd,
And something have to do, I cannot form yet.
Ast. I'll take my leave, Sir, I shall but disturb ye.