Pin. Talking to graves at night, and making love i' th' day?
My lord, I nor my daughter have deserved this.
Lys. Pardon me, sir, I could do no less, being to take
An everlasting farewell, but give this
Visit to her memory. Reserve your censure
Till ten days be over, and if I do not
Satisfy you, condemn me. [Exeunt.
Enter Hermione and Phillida.
Her. [Here,] Philly, take thy lute, and sing the song
Was given thee last. [Exit Phillida.
Song.
Where did you borrow that last sigh
And that relenting groan?
For those that sigh, and not for love,
Usurp what's not their own.
Love's arrows sooner armour pierce,
Than your soft snowy skin;
Your eyes can only teach us love,
But cannot take it in.
The song being ended, re-enter Phillida.
Phil. O madam! call all your sorrows to you, you are
Not sad enough to hear the news I bring.
Her. Would it were killing, that my death might end
My fears, as my life has my hopes.
Phil. You mistake me, madam; Eugenio is returned.