Deere Alberdure, why parted I from thee, And did not like the faithful Pilades Attend my deare Orestes in his rage? Hya.

And to him calls: 'O deare Amyntas, speake, Look on me, sweete Amyntas, it is I That calles thee, I it is, that holds thee here, Within those armes thou haste esteem'd so deare.' (V. ii.) Amyntas' subsequent recovery is reported in the same strain.

A Cell where griefe the Landlord is Shall be my palace of delight, Where I will wooe with votes and sighes Sweet death to end my sorrowes quite; Since I have lost my Rhodon deare, Deaths fleshlesse armes why should I feare?

Ile hugge my Lilly in mine armes, Provocatives are sent before to cheare me; We old men need 'em, and though we pay deare, For our stolne pleasures, so it be done securely; The charge much like a sharp sawce gives 'm relish.

O huge and most unspeakeable impression 155 Of Loves deep wound, that pierst the piteous hart Of that deare Lord with so entyre affection, And, sharply launcing every inner part, Dolours of death into his soule did dart, Doing him die that never it deserved, 160 To free his foes, that from his heast* had swerved!