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4 Scene.

Enter Fidelio. Beneventi.
Fid.
My Lord your valiant brother
This instant is arriv'd, t'enrich the Court
With his full glories: all men court his victory
With such a praise, it staines his manly cheekes
With modest blushes. He expects your visit.

Spu.
I know no brother.

Fid.
How my Lord? your vertue
Will suffer by suspition if y' expresse
Your selfe or proud or envious,

Spu.
Melissa,
I cannot satisfie your fathers Will,
Though all were clear'd that darkes the reasons of it:
Be still Fidelios.

Exit.
Ben.
What the divell ayles him?
His passions are as various as his cloaths;
He shifts them daily: onely keepes one fashion,
And one sad garbe.

Fid.
Are you acquainted with
Any events that have relation
Unto your brothers melancholy?

Mel.
Some I am,
But urge not their discovery.

Fid.
I obey
What ever you command; and hope my services
Will shortly be rewarded.

Mel.
Take th'assurance
Of my resolves and promise.

Ben.
Trifle not
With court-ship now: let's thinke on bouncing complements
To bid the Souldiers welcome.

Fid.
To the presence,
There is their entertainment. We shall see
What different things Courtiers and Souldiers be.

Exeunt.