And what was War?

_Amin_. Pardon thou holy God
Of Marriage bed, and frown not, I am forc't
In answer of such noble tears as those,
To weep upon my Wedding day.

_Mel_. I fear thou art grown too sick; for I hear
A Lady mourns for thee, men say to death,
Forsaken of thee, on what terms I know not.

_Amin_. She had my promise, but the King forbad it,
And made me make this worthy change, thy Sister
Accompanied with graces above her,
With whom I long to lose my lusty youth,
And grow old in her arms.

_Mel_. Be prosperous.

[_Enter Messenger_.

_Messen_. My Lord, the Maskers rage for you.

_Lys_. We are gone. _Cleon, Strata, Diphilus_.

_Amin_. Wee'l all attend you, we shall trouble you
With our solemnities.

_Mel_. Not so _Amintor_.
But if you laugh at my rude carriage