_Lyndar._ That smile's a part of love, and all's your due:
I take it from the prince, and give it you.

_Abdelm._ Just heaven, must my poor heart your May-game prove,
To bandy, and make children's play in love? [_Half crying._
Ah! how have I this cruelty deserved?
I, who so truly and so long have served!
And left so easily! oh cruel maid!
So easily! it was too unkindly said.
That heart, which could so easily remove,
Was never fixed, nor rooted deep in love.

_Lyndar._ You lodged it so uneasy in your breast,
I thought you had been weary of the guest.
First, I was treated like a stranger there;
But, when a household friend I did appear,
You thought, it seems, I could not live elsewhere.
Then, by degrees, your feigned respect withdrew;
You marked my actions, and my guardian grew.
But I am not concerned your acts to blame:
My heart to yours but upon liking came;
And, like a bird, whom prying boys molest,
Stays not to breed, where she had built her nest.

_Abdelm._ I have done ill,
And dare not ask you to be less displeased;
Be but more angry, and my pain is eased.

_Lyndar._ If I should be so kind a fool, to take