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.