_Mel_. All joyes upon him, for he is my friend:
Wonder not that I call a man so young my friend,
His worth is great; valiant he is, and temperate,
And one that never thinks his life his own,
If his friend need it: when he was a boy,
As oft as I return'd (as without boast)
I brought home conquest, he would gaze upon me,
And view me round, to find in what one limb
The vertue lay to do those things he heard:
Then would he wish to see my Sword, and feel
The quickness of the edge, and in his hand
Weigh it; he oft would make me smile at this;
His youth did promise much, and his ripe years
Will see it all perform'd.

[_Enter Aspatia, passing by_.

_Melan_. Hail Maid and Wife!
Thou fair _Aspatia_, may the holy knot
That thou hast tyed to day, last till the hand
Of age undo't; may'st thou bring a race
Unto _Amintor_ that may fill the world
Successively with Souldiers.

_Asp_. My hard fortunes
Deserve not scorn; for I was never proud
When they were good.

[_Exit Aspatia_.