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Scen. 1.

Enter Perindus and Thalander.
Per.
Be patient.

Aty.
Yes, I am patient,
And suffer all, while all heauens ills are spent.

Per.
You giue your selfe to griefe.

Aty.
Sencelesse and mad.
Who in much griefe, is not extremely sad?

Per.
Alas sir, she was mortall, and must die.

Aty.
True, true, and could the fates no time espie
But this? to me she neuer liu'd till now,
And now Perindus? now! oh—

Per.
She was my sister!

Aty.
Alas, thy sister!
She was my life, my soule, she was my loue,
She was—words know not what she was to me:
She was—thou most accursed word of was.

Per.
Be comforted.

Tha.
Perindus, the very name of comfort, is most comfortlesse
Comfort, ioy, hope, liu'd in her cheerfull smiling,
And now must die, or liue in far exiling.
Comfort, ioy, hope, for euer I deny you,
And would not name you now but to defie you.

Per.
Sir, with more patience you haue often borne
Far greater euils.

Tha.
Perindus, doe not say so,
If thou yet loue me, prethee doe not say so:
Was euer ill as this? hels breuiary,
All torment in this narrow space is layd,
The worst of all, in these two words are sayd:
Olinda dead? dead! whither doest thou lead mee?
Why, I can goe alone, alone can finde
The way I seeke, I see it best when blinde.
I prethee leaue me.

Per.
Thalander, I'le not leaue thee,
Should heauen with thunder strike these arms that claspe thee,
My dying hands should but more firmely graspe thee.

Tha.
Thou violat'st thy loue in thy mistaking,
And cleane forsak'st thy friend, in not forsaking
Olinda: I cannot come, they heere enchaine me.
But neyther can, nor shall they here detaine me.
I'th' meane time, all the honour I can giue thee,
Is but a graue, that sacred rocke, the place
Of my conception, and my buriall:
Since Hymen will not, death shall make thee mine,
If not my marriage, my death-bed shall be thine.

Exeunt.