Phoe. The penance was your owne though I did fast.
Enter Phylander and Ioculo.
Asca. Behold, deare Love, to make your ioyes abound, Yonder Phylander comes.
Io. Oh, sir, well found; But most especially it glads my minde To see my mistresse restorde to kinde.
Phy. My Lord & Madame, to requite your pain, Telemachus hath sent for you againe: All former quarrels now are trodden doune, And he doth smile that heretofore did frowne.
Asca. Thankes, kinde Phylander, for thy friendly newes, Like Junos balme that our lifes blood renewes.
Phoe. But, Lady, first ere you your iourney take, Vouchsafe at my request one grant to make.
Eu. Most willingly.
Phoe. The matter is but small:
To wear a bunch of Lawrell in your Caull[129]
For Phoebus sake, least else I be forgot;
And thinke vpon me when you see me not.
Eu. Here while I live a solemn oath I make To Love the Lawrell for Appollo's sake.