EUPHRANEA

You may style it, My brother, a command. By Vesta's sacred fires I swear. You have: but mean you brother To lea e us as you say? Heaven Does look into the secrets of all hearts: Gods you have mercy with thou, else— Sir with your favour, I needs not a support . What can you look for In answer to your noble protestations, From and unskilful maid, but language suited To a divided mind? Know Prophilus, I never under-valved (From the first time you mentioned worthy love) Your merit, means, or person: It had been A fault of judgement in me, and a dulness In my affections, not to weigh and thank My better Stars, that offered me the grace Of so much blisfulnesse. For to speak truth, The law of my desires kept equal pace With yours, nor have I left that resolution; But only in a word, whatever choice Lives nearest in my heart, must first procure Consent, both from my father, and my brother, Ever he can own me his. My brother ever he par ed To Athens, had my oath. Death shall sooner Divorce life, and the joys I have in living, Then my chased vows from truth. Sir, we are overheard; Cupid protect us: 'twas a stirring (Sir) Of some one near. Me thinks I hear one talking to himself: I see him. Call you this thing a Scholar? alas he's lunatic. Are you a Scholar (friend?) Dost thou want any thing? My Lord.— Occasion is most favourable, use it. Dear brother, At him or none. Nor more, nor less that n a his love assures me, Which (if your li king with my hers warrants) I cannot but approve in all point worthy. You are pleasant. Fie brother. Could my tears speak, My griefs were sleight. Excellent Lady! Brother.