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SCEN. X.

Pamphilus, Evadne, Techmessa in insidiis.
Pam.
It grieves me that a Lady of your worth,
Young, soft, and active as the spring, the starre
And glory of our nation, should be prodigall
Of your affections, and misplace your love
On a regardlesse boy.

Evad.
Sir, the same pitie
I must return on you. Were I a man
Whom all the Ladies might grow rivals for
(As lesse you cannot be) I would not lose
My service to a Mistresse of so coy
And proud an humour:—True, she is my sister,
But the same wombe produces severall natures.
I should have entertain'd so great a blessing
With greater thankfulnesse.

Pam.
That my starres should be
So crosse unto my happinesse!

Evad.
And my fate
So cruell to me!

Pam.
Sweet, it is in us
To turn the wheel of Fortune; she's a goddesse
That has no deity where discretion reignes.

Evad.
But shall I wrong my sister?

Pam.
Do not I
Give just exchange, and lose a brother for her?
Our sufferings have been equall, and their prides.
They must be equall necks that can draw even
In the same yoke.

Evad.
I have observ'd, the chariot
Of the great Cyprian Queen links not together
The dove with sparrows; but the turtle joynes
With turtles, and the sparrow has his mate.

Pam.
See if one softnesse kisse not in our lips.

Evad.
One lip not meets the other with more sympathy,
Then yours met mine.

Pam.
Let's make the second triall.