A Select Collection of Old English Plays…
“ Hinder my tears from falling on the ground, And I must die by closure of my wound. Ah, false Erastus! how had I misdone, That thou shouldst quit my love with such a scorn!Enter Erastus. Here comes the Sinon of my heart: I'll frame myself to his dissembling art. Erastus. Desire persuades me on, fear pulls me back: Tush! I will to her; innocence is bold. [Aside. How fares Perseda, my sweet second self? Perseda. [Pg 295] Well now, Erastus, my heart's only joy, Is come to join both hearts in union. Erastus. ”
