All his disquiets by my own I prove,
The greatest grief's perplexity in love.
[Exit.
ACT THE SECOND.
SCENE I.—Bevil, Jun.'s Lodgings.
Enter Bevil, Jun. and Tom.
Tom. Sir, Mr. Myrtle.
Bev. Jun. Very well, do you step again, and wait for an answer to my letter. [Exit Tom.
Enter Myrtle.
Bev. Jun. Well, Charles, why so much care in thy countenance? Is there anything in this world deserves it? You, who used to be so gay, so open, so vacant!