MILLISCENT.
I am not, sweet;
Passion is strong, when woe with woe doth meet.
CLARE.
Shall’s in to breakfast? after we’ll conclude
The cause of this our coming: in and feed,
And let that usher a more serious deed.
MILLISCENT.
Whilst you desire his grief, my heart shall bleed.
YOUNG JERNINGHAM.
Raymond Mounchesney, come, be frolick, friend,
This is the day thou hast expected long.
RAYMOND.
Pray God, dear Jerningham, it prove so happy.
JERNINGHAM.
There’s nought can alter it. Be merry, lad!
FABELL.
There’s nought shall alter it. Be lively, Raymond!
Stand any opposition gainst thy hope,
Art shall confront it with her largest scope.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. The same.
[Peter Fabell, solus.]