But since I am to part with you my Lord,
And none knows whether I shall live to do
More service for you; take this little prayer;
Heaven bless your loves, your fights, all your designs.
May sick men, if they have your wish, be well;
And Heavens hate those you curse, though I be one.

[_Exit_.

_Phi_. The love of boyes unto their Lords is strange,
I have read wonders of it; yet this boy
For my sake, (if a man may judge by looks,
And speech) would out-do story. I may see
A day to pay him for his loyalty.

[_Exit_ Phi.

_Enter_ Pharamond.

_Pha_. Why should these Ladies stay so long? They must
come this way; I know the Queen imployes 'em not,
for the Reverend Mother sent me word they would all
be for the Garden. If they should all prove honest now,
I were in a fair taking; I was never so long without
sport in my life, and in my conscience 'tis not my
fault: Oh, for our Country Ladies! Here's one
boulted, I'le hound at her.

_Enter_ Galatea.