DIONYZA

That were to blow at fire in hope to quench it, For who digs hills because they do aspire? Throws down one mountain to cast up a higher: Oh my distressed Lord, even such our griefs are, Here they are but felt, and seen with mischiefs eyes, But Like to Groves, being topped, they higher rise. Oh t'is too true. Our cheeks and hollow eyes do witness it. Thy oath remember, thou hast sworn to doo't, 'tis but a blow which never all be known, thou canst not do a thing in the world so soon to yield the so much pro to: let not con ence which is but cold, in a ning, thy love bosom, inflame too nicely, nor let pity which even woe en have cast off, melt thee, but be a soldier to thy purpo . The tter then the Gods should have her. Here she comes we ping or her only Mistress e death, Thou art resolved. How now Marina, why do you keep alone? How chance my daughter is not with you? Do not con ume your blood with sorrowing, Have you a nurse of me? Lord how your favour Changed with this unprofitable woe: Come give me your flowers, ere the sea mar it, Walk with Leonine, the air is quick there, And it perces and sharpens the stomach, Come Leonine take her by the arm, walk with her. Come, come, I love the king your father, and your self, with more then foreign heart, we every day expect him here, when he shall come and find our Paragon to all reports thus blasted, He will repent the breadth of his great voyage, blame both my Lord and me, that we have taken no care to your best courses, go I pray you, walk and be cheerful once again, reserve that excellent complexion, which did steal the eyes of young and old. Care not for me, I can g e home a lone. Come, come, I know 'tis good for you, walk half and hour Leonine, at the least, remember what I have said. I'll leave you my sweet Lady, for a while, pray walk softly, do not heat your blood, what, I must have care of you. Why ere you foolish, can it be undone? I think yowl urn a chidle again. That she is dead, Nurse's are not the fates to foe ster it, not ever to preserve, she died at night, I'll say so, who can cross it unless you play the impious Innocent, and for and honest attribute, cry out she died by foul play. Be one of those that thinks the petty wrens of Tharsus will fly hence, and open this to Pericles. I do shame to think of what a noble strain you ar , and of how continued ward a spirit. Be it so then, yet none does know but you how she came dead, nor none can know Leo ine being gone. She did disdain my child, and stood between her and her Fortune's: none would look on her, but cast their gazes on Mariana's face, whilst urs was blur ted at, and held a Mawkin not worth the time of day. It pierced me thorough, and though you call my course un natural, you not your child well loving, et I find it greet me as and enterprise of kindness performed to your sole daughter. And as for P r less, what should he say, we wept after her hearse, & yet we mourn, her monument is almost finished, & her epitaphs in glittering gold characters express a generrall praise to her, and are in us at whose expense 'tis done. Year Like one that superstitiously, Do swear too'th Gods, that Winter kills The Flii S, but yet I know, yowl do as I advise. I'll do my best Sir. Oh your sweet Queen! that the strict fates had pleased, you had brought her hither to have blessed mine eyes with her. I have one my self, who shall not be more deer to my respect then yours, my Lord.