Diog. I thought no lesse, when they knew my vertues.
Syl. Farewell, Diogenes; thou neededst not have scraped rootes, 60 if thou wouldst have followed Alexander.
Diog. Nor thou have followed Alexander, if thou hadst scraped rootes.[950]
Exeunt [all except Diogenes.]
Actus quintus. Scæna secunda.[951]
[Enter Apelles.[952]]
Apel. I feare mee, Apelles, that thine eyes have blabbed that which thy tongue durst not! What little regard hadst thou! Whilest Alexander viewed the counterfeit of Campaspe, thou stoodest gazing on her countenance. If he espie or but suspect, thou must needs twice perish,—with his hate and thine owne love. 5 Thy pale lookes when he blushed, thy sad countenance when he smiled, thy sighes when he questioned, may breed in him a jelousie, perchance a frenzie. O love! I never before knew what thou wert, and now hast thou made me that I know not what my selfe am! Onely this I know, that I must endure intolerable passions 10 for unknowne pleasures. Dispute not the cause, wretch, but yeeld to it; for better it is to melt with desire than wrastle with love. Cast thy selfe on thy carefull bed; be content to live unknown, and die unfound.[953] O Campaspe, I have painted thee in my heart! Painted? Nay, contrary to mine arte, imprinted; and that in such 15 deepe characters that nothing can rase it out, unlesse it rubbe my[954] heart out.
Exit.
Actus quintus. Scæna tertia.[955]
[Enter] Milectus, Phrygius, [and] Lais.[956] [Diogenes is in his tub.]