MILLISCENT.
Whilst you desire his grief, my heart shall bleed.

YOUNG JERNINGHAM.
Raymond Mounchesney, come, be frolick, friend,
This is the day thou hast expected long.

RAYMOND.
Pray God, dear Jerningham, it prove so happy.

JERNINGHAM.
There's nought can alter it. Be merry, lad!

FABELL.
There's nought shall alter it. Be lively, Raymond!
Stand any opposition gainst thy hope,
Art shall confront it with her largest scope.

[Exeunt.]


SCENE III. The same.

[Peter Fabell, solus.]


FABELL.
Good old Mounchensey, is thy hap so ill,
That for thy bounty and thy royall parts