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You are well met, for I was going to your lodging to see you.
And I am now going home, and therefore let us go toge∣ther.
Where have you been?
At a house you often resort to.
What, at a Bawdy-house?
Yes.
Why, how durst you venture?
Why?
Why! why if your angelical Mistresse should come to hear of it; Faith, she would bury your heart again.
Yes, is it were not out of her power.
Why, hath she not the Possession?
No saith.
How comes that to passe?
I know not how, but upon some dislike, it grew weary, and by some opportunity, it found it stole home, and since it hath promised never to leave me again; for it hath confessed to me, it hath been most miserably tor∣mented with doubts, fears, jealousies and despairs.
Prethee let me tell thee, as a friend, that thy heart, is a false ly∣ing heart, for there inhabits no torments amongst angelical bodies.
By your favour, in Plutoes Court, there be Angels as well, and as many as in Ioves; But let me tell you, that if I did not love you very well, I would call you to an account, for calling my heart, a false lying heart.
Prethee pacifie thy self, for I am sure I have had but a heartless friend of thee, all the time of thy hearts absence, and if I should rayle of thy heart, thou hast no reason to condemn me; but prethee, tell me, had not thy heart some pleasure sometimes to mitigate the torments?
No saith, for my heart tells me, that what with rigid vertue, cruel scorn, and insulting pride, it never had a minutes pleasure, nor so much as a moment of ease; and if that there were no more hopes of happiness amongst the Gods in Heaven, than there is amongst the Goddesses on Earth, it would never desire to go to them, or dwell amongst them: Nay, my heart says, it should be as much affraid to go to Heaven, and to be with the Gods, as mortals are to go to Hell, to be with Divels.
But if pleasure, and happiness, is not to be found with vertue, nor with the Gods, where shall we seek for it.
I will tell you what my heart saith, and doth assure me; that is, that pleasure lives alwaies with vice, and that good fellowship is amongst the damned, and it doth swear, it is a most melancholly life, to live with those that are called the blessed, which are the Goddesses on Earth.
Why, then let us return to the house from whence you came.
No faith, I am dry, wherefore I will go to a Tavern.
Content.