Philander:

Not, if I can but live to tell it.

Erota:

It may be you have not the heart.

Philander:

I have a will I am sure how e'r my heart
May play the Coward, but if you please, I'll try.

Erota:

If a kiss will strengthen thee, I give you leave
To challenge it, nay, I will give it you.

Philander:

O that a man should taste such heavenly bliss,
And be enjoyn'd to beg it for another!

Erota:

Alas, it is a misery I grieve
To put you to, and I will suffer rather
In his tyranny, than thou in mine.

Philander:

Nay Madam, since I cannot have your love,
I will endeavour to deserve your pity;
For I had rather have within the grave
Your love, than you should want it upon earth.
But how can I hope, with a feeble tongue
To instruct him in the rudiments of love,
When your most powerful Beauty cannot work it?

Erota:

Do what thou wilt (_Philander_) the request
Is so unreasonable, that I quit thee of it.
I desire now no more but the true patience,
And fortitude of Lovers, with those helps
Of sighs and tears, which I think is all the Physick--

Philander:

O if he did but hear you 'twere enough;
And I will 'wake him from his Apoplexie.
_Antinous._

Antinous:

My Lord?
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Philander:

Nay, 'pray,
No courtesie to me, you are my Lord,
(Indeed you are) for you command her heart
That commands mine; nor can you want to know it.
For look you, she that told it you in words,
Explains it now more passionately in tears;
Either thou hast no heart, or a marble one,
If those drops cannot melt it; prithee look up
And see how sorrow sits within her eyes,
And love the grief she goes with (if not her)
Of which thou art the Parent; and never yet
Was there (by Nature) that thing made so stony
But it would love what ever it begot.

Antinous:

He that begot me did beget these cares
Which are good issues, though happily by him
Esteemed Monsters: Nay, the ill-judging World
Is likely enough to give them those Characters.

Philander:

What's this to love, and to the Lady? he's old,
Wrathful, perverse, self-will'd, and full of anger,
Which are his faults; but let them not be thine;
He thrusts you from his love, she p