Philander: 

      Indeed I do.

Erota: 

      But thou dost look so pale,
      As thou wilt spoil the story in relating.

Philander: 

      Not, if I can but live to tell it.

Erota: 

      It may be you have not the heart.

Philander: 

      I have a will I am sure how e’r my heart
      May play the Coward, but if you please, I’ll try.

Erota: 

      If a kiss will strengthen thee, I give you leave
      To challenge it, nay, I will give it you.

Philander: 

      O that a man should taste such heavenly bliss,
      And be enjoyn’d to beg it for another!

Erota: 

      Alas, it is a misery I grieve
      To put you to, and I will suffer rather
      In his tyranny, than thou in mine.

Philander: 

      Nay Madam, since I cannot have your love,
      I will endeavour to deserve your pity;
      For I had rather have within the grave
      Your love, than you should want it upon earth. 
      But how can I hope, with a feeble tongue
      To instruct him in the rudiments of love,
      When your most powerful Beauty cannot work it?

Erota: 

      Do what thou wilt (Philander) the request
      Is so unreasonable, that I quit thee of it. 
      I desire now no more but the true patience,
      And fortitude of Lovers, with those helps
      Of sighs and tears, which I think is all the Physick—­

Philander: 

      O if he did but hear you ’twere enough;
      And I will ’wake him from his Apoplexie.
      Antinous.

Antinous: 

My Lord?
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Philander: 

      Nay, ’pray,
      No courtesie to me, you are my Lord,
      (Indeed you are) for you command her heart
      That commands mine; nor can you want to know it. 
      For look you, she that told it you in words,
      Explains it now more passionately in tears;
      Either thou hast no heart, or a marble one,
      If those drops cannot melt it; prithee look up
      And see how sorrow sits within her eyes,
      And love the grief she goes with (if not her)
      Of which thou art the Parent; and never yet
      Was there (by Nature) that thing made so stony
      But it would love what ever it begot.

Antinous: 

      He that begot me did beget these cares
      Which are good issues, though happily by him
      Esteemed Monsters:  Nay, the ill-judging World
      Is likely enough to give them those Characters.

Philander: