Amint. Prethee let's.
Mel. Nay, that's too much the other way.
Amint. I am so lightned with my happiness: how dost thou Love? kiss me.
Evad. I cannot love you, you tell tales of me.
Amint. Nothing but what becomes us: Gentlemen,
Would you had all such Wives, and all the world,
That I might be no wonder; y'are all sad;
What, do you envie me? I walk methinks
On water, and ne're sink, I am so light.
Mel. 'Tis well you are so.
Amint. Well? how can I be other, when she looks thus? Is there no musick there? let's dance.
Mel. Why? this is strange, Amintor!
Amint. I do not know my self; Yet I could wish my joy were less.
Diph. I'le marry too, if it will make one thus.