Arui. Thus did he answer me: yet said heereafter,
I might know more
Bel. To'th' Field, to'th' Field:
Wee'l leaue you for this time, go in, and rest
Arui. Wee'l not be long away
Bel. Pray be not sicke,
For you must be our Huswife
Imo. Well, or ill,
I am bound to you.
Enter.
Bel. And shal't be euer.
This youth, how ere distrest, appeares he hath had
Good Ancestors
Arui. How Angell-like he sings?
Gui. But his neate Cookerie?
Arui. He cut our Rootes in Charracters,
And sawc'st our Brothes, as Iuno had bin sicke,
And he her Dieter
Arui. Nobly he yoakes
A smiling, with a sigh; as if the sighe
Was that it was, for not being such a Smile:
The Smile, mocking the Sigh, that it would flye
From so diuine a Temple, to commix
With windes, that Saylors raile at
Gui. I do note,
That greefe and patience rooted in them both,
Mingle their spurres together
Arui. Grow patient,
And let the stinking-Elder (Greefe) vntwine
His perishing roote, with the encreasing Vine