Aum. It came too late sir, for those loveliest eyes

(Through which a soule look't so divinely loving,145

Teares nothing uttering her distresse enough)

She wept quite out, and, like two falling starres,

Their dearest sights quite vanisht with her teares.

Cler. All good forbid it!

Gui. What events are these!

Cler. All must be borne, my lord; and yet this chance150

Would willingly enforce a man to cast off