SCENA I.
THIMANTES, ISMENIA.
THIMANTES.
HOw! in the night, persidious, to exasperate
My anger, dar'st thou to grant private meet∣ings
To any but my self? yea in the night
Without light and attendance in the Garden,
Thou entertain'dst the Shepheard Clidamant.
ISMENIA.
How's this! Thimantes in a rage, O Gods!
Who would have thought it?
THIMANTES.
Wilt thou say that J
Complain now without reason, that J have
A crack'd brain, and bleer'd eyes? it is too long▪
Inconstant, to arrest thy spirits, behold
This witness, it hath told me every thing;
Yet J should not believe that thou wert guilty,
If such an evidence accus'd thee not,
But since J dis-ingage my faith to thee,
This very instant, J restore thy papers
And will have nothing more to do with thee.
ISMENIA.
Well, let it be so then, J doubt it not,
But J shall be provid••d in good time;
When one forsakes me, presently another
Offers his service, otherwise J should,
In this unlucky moment of thy change,
Be destitute of an officious Lover;
But thanks unto the Gods, more then one calls me