Tell that I am forsaken, do my face

(If thou hadst ever feeling of a sorrow)
Thus, thus, _Antiphila_ strive to make me look
Like sorrows monument; and the trees about me,
Let them be dry and leaveless; let the Rocks
Groan with continual surges, and behind me
Make all a desolation; look, look Wenches,
A miserable life of this poor Picture.

_Olym_. Dear Madam!

_Asp_. I have done, sit down, and let us
Upon that point fix all our eyes, that point there;
Make a dull silence till you feel a sudden sadness
Give us new souls.
[_Enter Calianax_.

_Cal_. The King may do this, and he may not do it;
My child is wrong'd, disgrac'd: well, how now Huswives?
What at your ease? is this a time to sit still? up you
young
Lazie Whores, up or I'le sweng you.

_Olym_. Nay, good my Lord.

_Cal_. You'l lie down shortly, get you in and work;
What are you grown so resty? you want ears,
We shall have some of the Court boys do that Office.

_Ant_. My Lord we do no more than we are charg'd:
It is the Ladies pleasure we be thus in grief;
She is forsaken.

_Cal_. There's a Rogue too,
A young dissembling slave; well, get you in,
I'le have a bout with that boy; 'tis high time
Now to be valiant; I confess my youth
Was never prone that way: what, made an Ass?
A Court stale? well I will be valiant,
And beat some dozen of these Whelps; I will; and there's
Another of 'em, a trim cheating souldier,
I'le maul that Rascal, h'as out-brav'd me twice;
But now I thank the Gods I am valiant;
Go, get you in, I'le take a course with all.

[_Exeunt Omnes_.

_Actus Tertius_.

_Enter_ Cleon, Strato, Diphilus.

_Cle_. Your sister is not up yet.

_Diph_. Oh, Brides must take their mornings rest,
The night is troublesome.

_Stra_. But not tedious.

_Diph_. What