Give not a word, not a word back: Farewell.

[_Exit_ Phi.

_Pha_. 'Tis an odd fellow Madam, we must stop
His mouth with some Office, when we are married.

_Are_. You were best make him your Controuler.

_Pha_. I think he would discharge it well. But Madam,
I hope our hearts are knit; and yet so slow
The Ceremonies of State are, that 'twill be long
Before our hands be so: If then you please,
Being agreed in heart, let us not wait
For dreaming for me, but take a little stoln
Delights, and so prevent our joyes to come.

_Are_. If you dare speak such thoughts,
I must withdraw in honour.

[_Exit_ Are.

_Pha_. The constitution of my body will never hold out till
the wedding; I must seek elsewhere.

[_Exit_ Pha.



_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_.