Amint. Faith I am sick, and desperately I hope, Yet leaning thus, I feel a kind of ease.
Mel. Come take agen your mirth about you.
Amint. I shall never do't.
Mel. I warrant you, look up, wee'l walk together,
Put thine arm here, all shall be well agen.
Amint. Thy Love, O wretched, I thy Love, Melantius;
why, I have nothing else.
Mel. Be merry then.
[Exeunt. Enter Melantius agen.
Mel. This worthy young man may do violence
Upon himself, but I have cherisht him
To my best power, and sent him smiling from me
To counterfeit again; Sword hold thine edge,
My heart will never fail me: Diphilus,
Thou com'st as sent.
[Enter Diphilus.
Diph. Yonder has been such laughing.