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Scene. 1.
Enter Tymethes and Zenarchus.Tym.
Nay, did ere subtlety match it?
Zen.
Slight, led to a Lady hudwinck'd!
Placed in state, and banqueted in Vizards.
Tym.
All by this light: but all this nothing was
To the delicious pleasures of her Bed.
Zen.
Who should this be?
Tym.
Nay enquire not brother,
I'de give one eye to see her with the other.
Seest thou this Jewell? in the midst of night
I slipt it from her vayle, unfelt of her,
'T may be so kind unto me as to bring
Her beauty to my knowledge.
Zen.
Can'st not guesse at her, nor at the Place?
Tym.
At neither for my heart; why Ile tell thee man
'Twas handled with such Art, such admir'd cunning,
What with my blindnesse and their generall darkenesse,
That when mine eyes receiv'd their liberty, I was nere the nearer.
To them in full forme I appear'd unshrowded
But all their lights to me were mask'd and clouded.
Enter Tyrant and Mazeres observing.
Zen.
Fore heaven I doe admire the cunning of 't.
Tym.
Nay you cannot out vye my admiration,
Zen.
Well, blow this over, see, our sister comes.
Enter Amphridote.
Tyr.
Art sure Mazeres that he courts our Daughter?
Maz.
I'me sure of more my Lord, she favours him.
Tyr.
That Begger?
Maz.
Worse my Lord, that villaine Traytor, and yet worse my Lord.
Tyr.
How?
Maz.
Pardon my Lord, a riper time shall bring him forth.
Behold him there my Lord.
Tymethes kisses her.
Tyr.
Dares she so farre forget respect to us,
And dim her owne lustre to give him grace?
Maz.
Favours are growne to custome twixt them both,
Letters, close banquets, whisperings, private meetings.
Tyr.
Ile make them dangerous meetings.
Amp.
In faith my Lord Ile have this Iewell.
Tym.
Tis not my gift Lady.
Tyr.
What's that Mazeres?
Maz.
Marry, my Lord, she courtly begs a Iewell of him
Which he keepes backe as Courtly, with faire words.
Amp.
I have sworne my Lord.
Tym.
Why upon that condition
Youle keepe it safe and close from all strange eyes
Not wronging me, tis yours.
Amp.
I sweare.
Tym.
It shall suffice.
They kisse, and Exit Zenarchus and Amphridote.
Maz.
Tis hers my Lord, at which they part in kisses.
Tyr.
Ile make those meetings bitter; both shall rue,
We have found Mazeres to this minute true.
Exit com Mazere.
Tym.
No tricke to see this Lady? heart of ill fortune!
The Iewell that was beg'd from me too was
The hope I had to gaine her wisht for knowledge.
Well; here's a heart within will not be quiet;
The eye is the sweete feeder of the soule,
When the taste wants, that keepes the memory whole;
Tis bad to be in darkenesse all know well,
What sayes the Note?
Vnlesse your life you would forgoe,
Whom we are, seeke not to know.
Pish, all Idle.
Whom we are, seeke not to know.
As if she'de suffer death to threaten me
Whom she so bounteously and firmely loves?
No tricke? excellent, twill fit; make use of that.
Enter Mazeres and Roxano.
Maz.
Enough, th'art honest; I affect thee much;
Goe, traine him to his ruine.
Exit.
Rox.
Let me alone my Lord, doubt not Ile traine him:
Perhaps sir I have the Art.
Tym.
Oh, I know thy minde.
Rox.
The further lodge?
Tym.
Enough, Ile meete thee presently.
Rox.
Why so; I like one that will make an end of himselfe at few words;
A man that hath a quicke perseverance in ill:
A leaping spirit; hee'le run through horrors jawes
To catch a sin; but to oretake a vertue
He softly paces, like a man that's sent
Some tedious darke, unprofitable journey.
Corrupt is nature, she loves nothing more
Than what she most should hate, there's nothing springs
Apace in man but gray haires, cares, and sinnes.
Exit
Tym.
Ile see her come what can; but what can prove?
She cannot seeke my death, that seekes my love.
Exit.
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