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Scen. 2.
Enter the Queene and foure servants, she with a booke in her hand.Que.
Oh my feare-fighting blood! are you all here.
Ser. 1.
All at your pleasure Madam.
Que.
That's my wish, and my opinion
Hath ever beene perswaded of your truthes,
And I have found you willing t'all imployments
We put into your charge.
Ser. 2.
In our faith's madam.
Ser. 3.
For we are bound in duty to your Bounty.
Que.
Will you to what I shall prescribe sweare secresie?
Ser. 4.
Try us, sweete Lady, and you shall prove our faith's.
Que.
To all things that you heare or see
I sweare you all to secrecie;
I poure my life into your brests,
There my doome or safety rests.
If you prove untrue to all
Now I rather chuse to fall
With losse of my desire, than light
Into the Tyrants wrathfull spight:
But in vaine I doubt your trust,
I never found your hearts but just.
On this booke your vowes arrive,
And as in truth in favour thrive.
Omn.
We wish no higher, so we sweare.
Que.
Like Jewels all your vowes Ile weare.
Here, take this Paper, there those secrets dwell,
Goe reade your charge, which I should blush to tell.
All's sure, I nothing doubt of safety now,
Roxano, that begins it trustily,
I cannot chuse but prayse him, he's so needfull,
There's nothing can be done about a Lady
But he is for it; honest Roxano;
Even from our head to feete he's so officious,
The time drawes on, I feele the minutes here,
No clocke so true as love that strikes in feare.
Exeunt.
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