What sadness can I have? no, I am light,
And feel the courses of my blood more warm
And stirring than they were; faith marry too,
And you will feel so unexprest a joy
In chast embraces, that you will indeed appear another.

_Mel_. You may shape, _Amintor_,
Causes to cozen the whole world withal,
And your self too; but 'tis not like a friend,
To hide your soul from me; 'tis not your nature
To be thus idle; I have seen you stand
As you were blasted; midst of all your mirth,
Call thrice aloud, and then start, feigning joy
So coldly: World! what do I here? a friend
Is nothing, Heaven! I would ha' told that man
My secret sins; I'le search an unknown Land,
And there plant friendship, all is withered here;
Come with a complement, I would have fought,
Or told my friend he ly'd, ere sooth'd him so;
Out of my bosom.

_Amint_. But there is nothing.

_Mel_. Worse and worse; farewel;
From this time have acquaintance, but no friend.

_Amint_. _Melantius_, stay, you shall know what that is.

_Mel_. See how you play'd with friendship; be advis'd
How you give cause unto your self to say, You ha'lost