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Scæne 11.
Enter Fredericke, and Peter, (with a candle.)Fred.
Give me the candle: so goe you out that way.
Pet.
What have we now to doe?
Fred.
And o' your life sirrah,
Let none come neare the doore without my knowledge,
No not my Landlady, nor my friend.
Pet.
'Tis done sir.
Fr.
Nor any serious businesse that concerns me.
Pet.
Is the winde there agen?
Fr.
Be gone.
Pet.
I am sir.
Exit.
Enter Constantia with a Jewell.
Fr.
Now enter without feare.—And noble Lady
That safety and civility yee wish'd for
Shall truely here attend you: no rude tongue
Nor rough behaviour knows this place, no wishes
Beyond the moderation of a man,
Dare enter here: your owne desires and Innocence,
Joyn'd to my vow'd obedience, shall protect you,
Were dangers more then doubts.
Const.
Ye are truely noble,
And worth a womans trust: let it become me,
(I doe beseech you sir) for all your kindnesse,
To render with my thanks, this worthlesse trifle;
I may be longer troublesome.
Fred.
Faire offices
Are still their owne rewards: Heav'n blesse me Lady
From selling civill courtesies: may it please ye,
If ye will force a favour to oblige me,
Draw but that cloud aside, to satisfie me
For what good Angel I am engag'd.
Const.
It shall be.
For I am truely confident yee are honest:
The Piece is scarce worth looking on.
Fred.
Trust me
The abstract of all beauty, soule of sweetnesse,
Defend me honest thoughts. I shall grow wilde else:
What eyes are there, rather what little heavens,
To stirre mens contemplations? what a Paradice
Runs through each part she has? good bloud be temperate:
I must look off: too excellent an object
Confounds the sense that sees it. Noble Lady,
If there be any further service to cast on me,
Let it be worth my life, so much I honour ye,
Or the engagement of whole Families.
Const.
Your service is too liberall, worthy sir,
Thus farre I shall entreat.
Fred.
Command me Lady.
You make your power too poore.
Const.
That presently
With all convenient haste, you would retire
Unto the street you found me in.
Fred.
'Tis done.
Const.
There, if you finde a gentleman opprest
With force and violence, doe a mans office,
And draw your sword to rescue him.
Fred.
Hee's safe,
Be what he will, and let his foes be devills,
Arm'd with your pitty. I shall conjure 'em.
Retire, this key will guide ye: all things necessary
Are there before ye.
Const.
All my prayers goe with ye.
Exit.
Fred.
Ye clap on proof upon me: men say gold
Do's all, engages all, works through all dangers:
Now I say beauty can do more: The Kings Exchequer,
Nor all his wealthy Indies, could not draw me
Through halfe those miseries this peece of pleasure
Might make me leap into: we are all like sea-Cards,
All our endeavours and our motions,
(As they doe to the North) still point at beauty,
Still at the fairest: for a handsome woman,
(Setting my soule a side) it should goe hard,
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Unlesse it be her owne free gratitude,
Hopes ye shall dye, and thou tongue rot within me,
E're I infringe my faith: now to my rescue.
Exit.
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