_Amint_. Who I? I thank you for that, shall _Diphilus_,
thou and I sing a catch?

_Mel_. How!

_Amint_. Prethee let's.

_Mel_. Nay, that's too much the other way.

_Amint_. I am so lightned with my happiness: how dost
thou Love? kiss me.

_Evad_. I cannot love you, you tell tales of me.

_Amint_. Nothing but what becomes us: Gentlemen,
Would you had all such Wives, and all the world,
That I might be no wonder; y'are all sad;
What, do you envie me? I walk methinks
On water, and ne're sink, I am so light.

_Mel_. 'Tis well you are so.

_Amint_. Well? how can I be other, when she looks thus?
Is there no musick there? let's dance.

_Mel_. Why? this is strange, _Amintor_!

_Amint_. I do not know my self;
Yet I could wish my joy were less.