Lol. Eight is the latest time.
Alph. This kiss [shall] leave[169] my faith with thee: farewell.
Thou hast given me double glory from thy breath,
Nothing shall lose me time but certain death.
[Exit Alphonso.
Pre. Truly, Mistress Collaquintida, you are an excellent piece of sweet gall.
Lol. Well, sir, will you lead the way homeward?
Pre. To your bed-chamber, mistress, or your privy lodging? [Exeunt.
Enter Philocles alone.
Phil. Night clad in black mourns for the loss of day,
And hides the silver spangles of the air,
That not a spark is left to light the world;
Whilst quiet sleep, the nourisher of life,
Takes full possession of mortality.
All creatures take their rest in soft repose,
Save malcontents and we accursed lovers,
Whose thoughts perturbed make us passion's slaves,
And rob us of the juice of happiness.
Dear Mariana, shap'd in an angel's mould,
Thou thrall'st my senses, and inflam'st my blood:
Love's power by wisdom cannot be withstood.
But see, the morning-star breaks from the east,
To tell the world her great eye[170] is awak'd,
To take his journey to the western vales:
And now the court begins to rise with him.
[Here pass over the stage a physician, a gentleman-usher, and a waiting-maid.