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Scæna prima.
Enter Olimpia with a Casket, and Alinda.Al.
Madam, the Duke has sent for the two Ladies.
Olim.
I prethee go: I know thy thoughts are with him.
Go, go Alinda, do not mock me more.
I have found thy heart wench, doe not wrong thy Mistris,
Thy too much loving Mistris: doe not abuse her.
Al.
By your owne faire hands I understand ye not.
Ol.
By thy own faire eyes I understand thee too much,
Too farre, and built a faith there thou hast ruine.
Goe, and enjoy thy wish, thy youth, thy pleasure,
Enjoy the greatnesse no doubt he has promised,
Enjoy the service of all eyes that see thee,
The glory thou hast aim'd at, and the triumph:
Onely this last love I aske, forget thy Mistris.
Al.
Oh, who has wrong'd me? who has ruin'd me?
Poore wretched Girle, what poyson is flung on thee?
Excellent vertue, from whence flowes this anger?
Ol.
Go, ask my Brother, ask the faith thou gav'st me,
Aske all my favours to thee, aske my love,
Last, thy forgetfulnesse of good: then flye me,
For we must part Alinda.
Al.
You are wearie of me;
I must confesse, I was never worth your service,
Your bounteous favours lesse; but that my duty,
My ready will, and all I had to serve ye—
O heaven thou know'st my honestie.
Ol.
No more:
Take heed, heaven has a justice: take this ring with yee,
This doting spell you gave mee: too well Alinda,
Thou knew'st the vertue in't; too well I feele it:
Nay keep that too, it may sometimes remember ye,
When you are willing to forget who gave it,
And to what vertuous end.
Al.
Must I goe from yee?
Of all the sorrowes sorrow has—must I part with yee?
Part with my noble Mistris?
Ol.
Or I with thee wench.
Al.
And part stain'd with opinion? Farewell Lady,
Happy and blessed Lady, goodnesse keep yee:
Thus your poore servant full of griefe turnes from yee,
For ever full of griefe, for ever from yee.
I have no being now, no friends, no Countrey,
I wander heaven knowes whither, heaven knows how.
No life, now you are lost: onely mine innocence,
That little left me of my selfe, goes with me,
That's all my bread and comfort. I confesse Madam,
Truely confesse, the Duke has often courted me.
Ol.
And powr'd his soule into thee, won thee.
Al.
Doe you think so?
Well, time that told this tale, will tell my truth too,
And say ye had a faithfull, honest servant:
The businesse of my life is now to pray for ye,
Pray for your vertuous loves; Pray for your children,
When heaven shall make ye happy.
Ol.
How she wounds me?
Either I am undone, or she must go: take these with yee,
Some toyes may doe ye service; and this money;
And when ye want, I love ye not so poorely,
Not yet Alinda, that I would see ye perish.
Prethee be good, and let me heare: look on me,
I love those eyes yet dearely; I have kiss'd thee,
And now Ile doe't againe: farewell Alinda,
I am too full to speak more, and too wretched.
Exit.
Al.
You have my faith,
And all the world my fortune.
Exit.
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