Scene 26.
Thom. Give me leave to rejoyce with thee, for the resurrecti∣on of thy heart, that was kill'd with thy Mistresses cruelty, and buried in her constancy.
VVell, well? make your self merry.
But prethee, in what plight is thy heart? I doubt it is lean, weak and pale, and in a puling condition, lying in the Grave of thy Mistresses in∣constancy.
Faith, I cannot tell; the good Angel that brought into life, can give a better account of it, than I can.
VVhere shall I seek this good Angel? amongst the effeminate or masculine Sex: For I suppose, it is an Angel that is of one Sex, although I have heard, Angels are of neither Sex; but prethee, of which shall I in∣quire.
Of the divine Sex, and the divinest of her Sex.
You may as well bid me inquire of that which is not to be found, for every particular man that is a Servant to any particular of these an∣gelical creatures, will prefer his own Mistress, to be the divinest, and so the most absolutest.
All men that sees my Mistresse, and doth not adore her, as the only She, is damned in ignorance, and condemned to perpetual blindnesse.
Say you so, then I will not see her, for fear I should be one of the damned, and therefore I will give over that design, as the search of her, and go to a Tavern, and drink the good health of thy heart, and leave the in∣quiry after it, and if you will go with me, so.
I cannot, without the breach of gratitude, deny thy kindnesse; wherefore, I will bear thee company.