Enter EVADNE.

Mel. Good-morrow, sister! He that understands
Whom you have wed, need not to wish you joy;
You have enough: Take heed you be not proud.

Diph. Oh, sister, what have you done?

Evad. I done! why, what have I done?

Stra. My lord Amintor swears you are no maid now.

Evad. Pish!

Stra. I’faith, he does.

Evad. I knew I should be mock’d.

Diph. With a truth.

Evad. If ’twere to do again,
In faith, I would not marry.

Amin. Nor I, by heaven!

[Aside.

Diph. Sister, Dula swears
She heard you cry two rooms off.

Evad. Fie, how you talk!

Diph. Let’s see you walk, Evadne. By my troth,
You are spoil’d.

Mel. Amintor!

Amin. Ha?

Mel. Thou art sad.

Amin. Who, I? I thank you for that.
Shall Diphilus, thou, and I, sing a catch?

Mel. How!

Amin. Pr’ythee, let’s.

Mel. Nay, that’s too much the other way.

Amin. I am so lightened with my happiness!
How dost thou, love? kiss me.

Evad. I cannot love you, you tell tales of me.

Amin. Nothing but what becomes us.—Gentlemen,
’Would you had all such wives, and all the world,
That I might be no wonder! You are all sad:
What, do you envy me? I walk, methinks,
On water, and ne’er sink, I am so light.

Mel. ’Tis well you are so.

Amin. Well? how can I be other,
When she looks thus?—Is there no music there?
Let’s dance.

Mel. Why, this is strange, Amintor!