La. Be not dejected Mall.
Ma. Your care may comfort me;
But I despair of happiness:
Hartlove, I dare not see him.
Nur. We'll withdraw.
L[a]. I shall but grieve to see his passions too,
Since there's no possibility to relieve him.
Enter Hartlove.
Ha. The world's a Labyrinth, where unguided men
Walk up and down to find their weariness;
No sooner have we measured with much toil
One crooked path with hope to gain our freedom,
But it betrays us to a new affliction;
What a strange mockery will man become
Shortly to all the creatures?
Oh Mariah!
If thou be'st dead, why does thy shadow fright me?
Sure 'tis because I live; were I but certain
To meet thee in one grave, and that our dust
Might have the priviledge to mix in silence,
How quickly should my soul shake off this burthen!
Enter Boy.
[Boy.] Thus far my wishes have success, I'll lose
No time: Sir, are not you call'd Mr. Hartlove?
Pardon my rudeness.
Ha. What does that concern
Thee Boy, 'tis a name cannot advantage thee;
And I am weary on't.