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120 Of our misfortunes, be thine own judge now.

Thou mourn'st for loss of that thou never hadst;

Or, if thou hadst a loss, it never was

Of a Thersames.

Wouldst thou not think a merchant mad, Orithie,

If thou shouldst see him weep and tear his hair,

Because he brought not both the Indies home?

And wouldst not think his sorrows very just,

If, having fraught his ship with some rich treasure,

He sunk i' th' very port? This is our case.

Ori. And do you think there is such odds in it?

Would heaven we women could as easily change

Our fortunes as, 'tis said, we can our minds.

I cannot, madam, think them miserable,

That have the prince's love.

Agl. He is the man, then.

Blush not, Orithie: 'tis a sin to blush

For loving him, though none at all to love him.

I can admit of rivalship without

A jealousy, nay, shall be glad of it:

We two will sit, and think, and sigh,

And sigh, and talk of love and of Thersames.

Thou shalt be praising of his wit, while I

Admire he governs it so well;

Like this thing said thus, th' other thing thus done;

And in good language him for these adore,

While I want words to do't, yet do it more.

Thus will we do till death itself shall us

Divide; and then whose fate't shall be to die

First of the two, by legacy shall all

Her love bequeath, and give her stock to her

That shall survive; for no one stock can serve

To love Thersames so as he'll deserve.

King. What, have we here impossibility?

A constant night, and yet within the room

That, that can make the day before the sun!

Silent, Aglaura, too?

Agl. I know not what you say.

Is't to your pity or your scorn I owe

The favour of this visit, sir? for such

My fortune is, it doth deserve them both.

King. And such thy beauty is, that it makes good