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Scena 5a.

Calidor. Natolion
Calidor in a new gallant Suite/
Cal.
My Lord I thanke you as I haue don the Queene
and some twelue Ladyes more besides the Secretary; I
would the rest of th'Lords were here yt I might—
thanke 'em Altogether, I am weary oth'Title, & feare this
Preferment may make mee forgett my Name.

Nat.
My Lord I hope you do not
Slight the Queenes ffauours

Cal.
O my Lord, I trust
Your Profess't ffauours Cannot Slide into
Such a Misunderstanding; I receiue
This Honour from her Majestie as I would
An Angell to my Bosom; yet I could wish
Fortune had mockt mee Lesse

Nat.
your Worth, my Lord
Deserues the Titles, and th'Additament
Of meanes Cannot be Wanting after them.

Cal.
Yet I am but an Upstart all the While,
It is the Fauourit's Hell: That when wee Are
Pufft up by Fortune till wee almost Burst
Wee are but Enuies ffoot-Balls at ye Best,
And soe are usd. Giue mee the humble Life
That Makes men Saynts, Teaching Felicity
How to be Constant, and ye World a Way
To becom yong agen, Such as the Gods
Created it at first.

Nat.
You are
The veriest Villaine, or the Brauest fellow
That is within my Knowledge

Cal.
How Comes this?

Nat.
My Reason's
Drawne from your Cariage (wc h I must Confesse
Is bold and genuine) and betrayes yt in you
Which you would hide: More then a Common straine;
And if your Aymes be Like it, I beleiue
They are most noble; But if you (to Cloake
Some Plott, as to Explore, or fish the State)
Haue tane this Garbe upon you (for you are not
The Man you Passe for) you abuse ye Kingdom,
And must not Looke to Lull us all asleepe.
Y'haue told mee a Long Storie of Sardinia
Which makes mee to Suspect you; And I heare
You Weare a Priuie Coate.

Cal.
I Weare a Priuie Coat! Come come, my Lord,
This is not noble in you; Let mee not
Be made the Worke of Each informing Rogue
That preyes on the Dishonour of the State.
See here! I'm not asham'd of this poore Brest,
Nor of the Heart it Carries, wc h shall know
Whether this be in your Commission

Nat.
Braue!
Braue Boy! This makes mee yong agen, And tells
My Resolution right—But then
Alceus & that thunder-Bolt of Loue
Phocillus must be halterd. Worke my Brayne;
Treason and Loyalty together Reigne