Wil. We fell not out, but feare hath parted us.
Cow. What, did he feare your truth or honest life?
Wil. No, no, your understanding is but dimme,
That farre-remooved cannot iudge the feare.
We both were fearefull, and we both did part,
Because indeed we both were timerous.
Cow. What accident begot your mutuall feare?
Wil. That which my hart hath promis'd to conceale.
Cow. Why, now you fall into your auncient vaine.
Wil. Tis vaine to urge me from this silent vaine; I will conceale it, though it breed my paine.
Cow. It seemes to be a thing of consequence, And therefore prithie, Harry, for my love, Open this close fast-clasped mysterie.
Wil. Were I assur'd my hart should have release
Of secret torment and distemperature,
I would reveale it to you specially
Whom I have found my faithfull favorite.
Cow. Good Harrie Williams, make no doubt of that;
Besides your griefe reveald may have reliefe,
Beyond your present expectation.
Then tell it, Harry, what soere it be,
And ease your hart of horror, me of doubt.