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[The same]
[Enter] TIMENTES.
Tim.
Who's there? Here's no body. Why am I so fearefull?
I dare scarce be alone, nor yett in Companye.
What's that?—O—'tis a mouse behind the hanging.
And shall such small things fright thee? Fie, Timentes!
Where is that noble forwardnes made the King
Thinke thee sufficient to command an Army?
Is it quite gon? I'le raise it vp agen,
To stop the mouthes of those yt dare but say
Thou art not Valiant—I hope heer's no body heares mee,
I am not Quarrellsome. O—O—the King!
'Tis as I wisht.

[Enter KING.]
King.
How now,thou peece of Cruditie,
Thou bog of Man, are thy feares still in motion?

Tim.
Yes, Sir, that I shall neuer find him out,
That hath traduc't mee to yee: I am bold enough
To doe you seruice: I can tell, but—

King.
What?

Tim.
I can discouer—

King.
Whome? thy feares infect mee.

Tim.
Nay, ther's no danger in't. The dainti'st Wench!

King.
Where?

Tim.
Arioldus hath her. But you'le think
I do it out of Mallice: I protest—
It is the sweetest Soule! O, sh'as an Eye
That like a Subtile peircing lightning strikes
The inside, and leaues all the rest vntoutcht.

King.
It seemes the Diuell Feare giues way awhile
Vnto the Diuell Lust. You'de faine be at her.

Tim.
Alas, not I; I do but tell your Maiesty.

King.
Is shee so young and fresh?

Tim.
Of tender yeares:
And such a feature—

King.
I will see this Paragon.
Are you so close, Arioldus? I may hap
To find your Maze out, my Dedalean kinsman.
But are you sure of this?

Tim.
Haue I my Eyes?
And are they not still waking for your Seruice?
Hee tooke her Captiue, and shee is a Peece
Fitt for a Prince.

King.
Nay, I'le not hinder him.
But—not a word of this more.

Tim.
I am dumbe, Sir.

Exeunt.