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Actus Quartus

Scena Prima.

Enter Duke solus, in habit of a Fryer.
Duke.
This seeming-sanctity couzens the world
As did the soft words that (with power) fell
From the smooth tongue of that false Traytour, Me.
I walke invisible to any's knowledge,
And (through Honorio's counsell) have discover'd
Treasons, which my too charritable faith
Could never have receav'd for truth; if not
My selfe confirm'd the certaine witness?
Ingratefully-presumptious-Man,
If thy sublime thoughts throw thee from that hight
Where my deceav'd love plac'd thee? may thy fall
Live a preventive-patt'rne with thy folly
For th'age to come! thou art worth no mans pitty.
Showt with in, sound drum and Trumpet. To him Hono.
What meane these loud, and suddaine acclamations?

Hono.
Martiano, and the heire of Sicillie,
With hostile troupes, invaded have the towne;
The castle's, by Ausonius, yeelded up
To farther their designe: with them take part,
Th'inconstant Cittyzens, whose forward fayth,
Rul'd by their strong perswasions, much doth doubt
The justness of Pausanio's banishment,
And have resolv'd remission of his doome:
Disorder throngs the streets; yet no bold-hand,
Mannaging the rude sword, dare disobey
Its brave Commanders noble charge, but all
Enjoy their owne with quiet: the spatious Court,
With every narrow-cantone, only is
Examin'd for your person, by the Gennerall;
Who greeves for your escape: Hipolito.
(The cheefest Agent in this proud attempt)
Is of their bosome counsell, and (I feare)
Intends a farther mischiefe—what's to be done?

Duke.
My joyes are yet above my griefes; and I
Bless gratious heav'n (zealous of its owne glory)
That destin'd thee the pious instrument
To guard me from their malice: 'tis apparent
The Gods take part with us, whose purer wills
Abhorre the opposition of humane
Policy: wherefore, in this disguize,
I'le live obscur'd, untill that Industrie
Have satisfi'd my curiosity, in all particulars.

Hono.
It cannot but be safe.

Duke.
What? Lucebella takes me for no other,
Then Padre Stephano, my reverend Confessour?

Hono.
She, and your Princely sister, still remaine
In that desir'd errour.

Duke.
'Tis well: hath she not yet seene her rebellious brother?

Hono.
Not yet.

Duke.
'Tis fit that we be present at their meeting.—

Exeunt.
Enter Sica. Mart: Hipol: Leon. Auso. Fum. Souldiers, Cittyzens.
Drumme beates a March within.
Sicanio.
Silence the noise of that disturbing-drumme!
And not a souldier, upon paine of death,
Exceed our given Commission! we intend
No less then honour warrants.—

Exit Leontinus.
Cittyzens.
'Tis noble as your selfe.

Sicanio.
Having, by Martiano, understood
The reall cause of our just undertaking;
It must appear impertinent, to trouble
Your Wise eares, with needless repetition:
Wherefore (assur'd of your full satisfaction)
Each may depart, unto his peacefull home,
And there, (without the least suspitious thought)
Possess what fate hath given him.

Cittyzens.
Long live Sicanio!

[Enter Leontine.]
Martiano.
Grave Cittyzens, and loving Countrimen,
We seek not furtive spoile, or thirst for blood;
Nor shall th'ill tutour'd souldier, 'fore your faces,
Force your deare wives; but each injoy his spouse
As he was wont: the untouch'd virgin may
Yet sleepe securely, and not feare a rape;
For not the meanest man, among these many,
But vallues honour above sinfull gaine;
Rest satisfi'd with this, and all retyre
Unto your proper dwellings! but, withall,
Pray be retentive of those burd'nous wrongs
Your good old Generall (who hath hug'd danger,
To purchase your dear safetys) now's opprest with:
And if our mildness, with your justice meet,
The Warrs are ended, and yee most discreet.

Cittyzens.
Martiano, shall have justice, Martiano shall have justice.
Exeunt-Cittyzens.

Mart.
To each my equall thanks.

Enter Ja; Luceb: Duke, Hono. Rosanio, Dianetto.
Auso.
See friend, the Princesse. and your Sister

Mart, kisses Julia's hand and Salutes Luceb.
Sicanio.
Should my discourteous fate deny my heart
Admittance, yet my dazl'd eyes have leave
Freely to wonder, though my prophane thoughts
Cannot conceive the excellence dwells there.
Surely divinity hath chose residence
With fraile mortality, for all the vertues
Poets have stellifi'd, at once, shine there:
She approaches—Martiano, have you the
Honour to call this beautious Lady, Sister?

Mart.
Royall Sir, I have.

Sicania.
I sweare thou 'rt happy! happy beyond expression!
I'm lost in midst of conquest—

(Aside.
Julia.
A goodly Gentleman!—

(aside.
Sicanio.
First (fairest sweetnesse) let my rude Salute
Expresse the fervent zeale I had to serve you;
Lest you, with thanks anticipate, what was but duty.
(Kisses Luceb.
The Phænix boiles with Wormwood—all Odours
Aromaticall breathe there.

(aside.
Mart.
Sir, the Princess.

Sicanio.
Madam, if that my misplac'd sallutations have
Deserv'd your hard construction? think upon
Your equall glories! and the thought thereof
Will reconcile the errour to your favour.

Julia.
Great Sir, it was but justice; therefore needs no Apology:
(aside.
If that my jealous feares prove true? her eyes
Already have exhal'd his melting heart,
And, left behind, my ruine.

Mart.
Father, at more convenience,
We shall desire farther conference;
Till when, let the pure truth, I've utter'd win
A creditable room in your opinion.
For by my fixed hope of future blisse!
My thoughts were all innocuous.

Duke.
Enough; and so were his. I kept the Key,
That open'd, to my view, the treasury
Of his rich soul; have search'd th'intrinsik'st part thereof,
But never found a sin so damnable, lodg'd there:
You'l find he is abus'd.

(aside.
Hip.
This Fryar may worke much mischiefe,
If not timely prevented!

Luceb.
Royall Sir,
The high summ'd debt, due to your noble goodnesse,
Duke gives a sealed Parchment to Hippolito, he reads, then shews it.
Greatly exceeds all language, or acquittance;
All I can pay your bounty, is true thanks,
Sent from an humble heart devoted to
Your Princely vertue, those I'le bring you dayly;
Nor shall I doubt of your faire acceptation,
Since the pleas'd gods expect no other offering
For the large-all-they lends us.

Sieanio.
'Tis the voyce of some sweet tongu'd Cherubin
My sense is blest with!—Gratious Madam, deigne
Me but the glorious title of your servant
And the reward's past merit.

Luceb.
I shall be proud to be your highness hand-maid.

Julia.
Oh, who would not!
(aside
I feele the pangs of tyrant love already.

Sicanio.
And (beautious madam) though we came with power
To Julia.
(Expecting opposition) threatning ruine;
Banish all thought of feare! for the sharpe poynts
Of our yet peacefull swords, shall vulnerate
Each one his owners brest, before disturb
Your quiet; we brought with us, love sink'd with
Resolution; and were your brother here?
He were as freely safe from outward harme,
As where he is; though plac'd within the Altar.

Duke.
He hath a noble soule.

(aside.
Julia.
Your power is great indeed: but if you bring
Love to associate it? I find no cause
Why I should doubt or feare.
My jealousie imboldn'd me beyond civility—
But it hath eas'd my heart.
(aside.
'Tis the Dukes character and
Mart. Auso. Hono. Fum.
Signet how came you by it?

Duke.
Himselfe, it seems, did on set purpose leave it
Upon my study table, when he came
Last to confession.

Hip.
Gentlemen, examine it no farther! but elect
Among yee one more fit! it is too great
An undertaking, for so weak a man
As my unable selfe: alass (my lords)
My humble thoughts, accompanied with quiet,
Doe trembling-look at soverainty, nor would
They be intreig'd it'h great affaires of state:
But in the private contentation they
Doe now enjoy, would period their date

Fumante.
Uds will, don't refuse it! would 'twere proffer'd me!

(Aside.
Hip.
Martiano, Ausonius, Honorio, none but's more fit
Then I.
The Dukes command must be obey'd.

Mart. Auso Honno. Fum.
Hip.
Will no perswasions take place?
Beare witnesse heav'n, with what unwillingnesse
I doe receive this enforc'd honour!

Duke.
Finely dissembled—

(Aside.
All.
Long live Hippolito—

(Flourish.
Hip.
My thanks to all: and since it is my fate
To undergoe this glorious yoke, I shall
Endeavour by the purchase of your loves,
To make't seeme light. What's now amisse 'ere long
Shall have redresse.
Meane while, let our best entertainment speak
This royal strangers welcome.

Exeunt Omnes sed Dux.
Sicanio.
Your noblenesse endeares us.

Duke.
As Misers in a phantasm, enjoy
A masse of goodly treasure, upon which
Their fond imaginations do feed, untill
The sleepy God (dispos'd to mock their hopes)
Unlock their abus'd-senses; when awak'd
And missing their suppos'd-possession, they
Do greeving-wish that their deluded fancies
N'ere had fabrick'd so brave a guilded-Nothing
So thy short dreame of dignity expir'd
(Vaine glorious man) thou'lt repent the susception;
When thou, too late, shalt wish thy winged thoughts
Had flown at lower distance, and not dar'd
A flight so neere the beames of Majestie.
This condescended power, can't but prove
The temper of his mind; and if I find
His inclination close with my great doubt,
I must appeare my selfe, and roote him out—
Exit Duk.

Enter Vatinius solus.
Vat.

A reasonable man, would think I had bin
beaten sufficiently, to make my rampant flesh lie
couchant: I'le be sworne there's scarse roome
left for a single solde, about my body, of its native
hew, but all's soffisticated by th'abusive
cudgel, and yet all will not doe—I have
an extreame itching to be mounting some
Court Madam, and (above the rest) Dianetta,
whose late compassion promis'd very fairely,
were't but effected; were quit with my poetique
rival, I have resolv'd to trye the encounter,
and first, I'le prove her temper with rich presents;
which grac'd by her reception, accesse
must follow—however, 'tis but disgesting
of a denyall—or (at worst) another beating;
which, when a man's once us'd to, seems nothing:
and see where luckely she comes oh for this winning
language.

To him Dianetta.
Lady if my request come not unseasonable,
I shall importune your seeming hast t'afford
Me some few minutes conference.

Dian.

For present, pray excuse me! my affairs
are now important.

Vatin.
I shall awaite your leisure,
Mean time, so please your goodnesse to enrich
This poore gemme, by your wearing; the donatour
Will hold himselfe much honour'd, and remaine
The humblest of your Creatures.

Dian.
(Exit Dianetta.

Vatin.
She must be mine! though gon, I feel her comming
Exit Vatin.

Enter Hipolito solus.
Hipol.
Th'aboundant joyes my almost sated brest
Conceives for this unlook'd for greatnesse, swels
My jocund heart to such a boundless height
That the stretch'd strings would crack, if 'twere not for
This private vent? Courteous stars I thank yee!
Nor will I easily part with your free gift,
No, no, 'tis of too great a price: what can
Be more contentive then supreamacie?
To have such numerous payres of servile eyes
Attend our nod! as many plyant knees,
Bow at our beck! officious feet to move
With swiftest pace to execute our will!
And the whole court, in competition, for
Our coveted regard! ha? ist not brave?
I saith it is! once more (kind stars) I thank yee!
And then to steere the helme of the great state,
What course we shall think fit, or throw down
Or raise, when, whom we please can there be blisse
On earth exceeds this? Liberall Fate,
Still I must thank thy bounty—Now the way
To keep in this blest state—(for 'tis esteem'd.
No lesse policy to preserve then purchase)
Must be the Dukes remove; which might be done
With safety, and facility, could I learn
Out his abode? which promises may win
From his late confessor (for ther's hypocrisie
Even in sanctity) whom I must employ
In other weighty matters, which if fate
(Exit.
Prosper for heav'n, I scarce would change estate

Duke.
However, her profession, hitherto,
Enter Duke and Julia.
Speaks her so much your friend, that I believe
When she shall know, by me, 'tis in her power
To further this your love; her gratitude
(Consulting with her noblest thoughts) will counsell
Her brave soule, rather to dye Loves Martyr,
Then live esteem'd ingratefull.

Julia.
That were a cruel kindnesse—Reverend Sir,
Be but memorative of what I've told you!
And 'tis sufficient—
(Exit Julia.

Duke.
Poor Julia! we're ally'd by 'our hard fortunes
Well as bloud; nor doe the causes differ, you
Pursuing, with a furious love, my rivall
And I yours; yet neither's zeale respected.
Ther's yet away to prevent all—the Prince—

To him Sicanio and Martiano
Mart.
Will not your grace acquaint me with your griefe?
'Tis not impossible, but I may ease you.

Sican.
Thou mighst do much indeed!

Mart.
Why? doe you doubt my faith?
Then I conjure you, by those many vows
So freely made to me of constant friendship, to disclose
Your troubled thoughts! lest I justly suspitious
That my best deeds have found no credit with you;
Do, with this desperate poynt, rip up my brest
For you to find the errour.

Sican.
It shall not need; I know it full of worth;
But oh—thy Sister—thy Sister, Martiano—

Mart,
What of her?

Sican.
I love thy beautious Sister; whose election
I fear hath promis'd future happyness
To some one more deserving.

Mart.
Your equall breathes not.

Sican.
Yes.

Mart.
Who?

Sican.
Hipolito: and now you know the very cause, assist
Me with your powerfull intercession!
I cannot doubt successe.

Mart.
Sir, she's at her own disposall; nor am I
Versed in the soft way of amorous courtship,
A sword, and horse have ever bin my minnions:
Yet what the priviledge of a brother, joyn'd
With honest plainenesse, way perswade her to,
Be full assur'd; shall not be wanting So
I humbly take my leave
Exit Mart.

Sican.
If she consent?—

Duke.
She doubly sins.

Sican.
Gainst whom? and how?

Duke.
Heav'n and her friends.

Slcan.
Be charitable (holy father) and
Delay not your resolves!

Duke.
Divinity not curiosity,
Made me partakers of your privacie
Whereby I h've heard your real tongue confirme
What I fore knew a truth, your ardent love
To the faire Lucebella—but alass
My pious plainenesse (should I utter what
Religion prompts me to) could not but meet
(So fragil's wilfull man) contempt and malice.
Wherefore the breath l'de thought to have employed
In satisfying your demand, I'le spend
In prayers to heav'n, that you may shun the mischiefe
Unlawfull love suggests you to, and place
Your purg'd affection on the glorious object
Fate hath provided for you.

Sican.
Oh leave me not unsatisfi'd! to doubt,
Will more afflict my troubl'd soul, than all
That you can utter: and (grave Sir) so much
Am I an enemy to those twin'd sins you mention'd,
That what e're falls from your lips
I shall beleeve oraculous: be free,
In your expression! whilst I give your words,
A willing, faithfull hearing.

Duke.
They will concerne your soules eternall quiet;
For he that seekes to separate those hearts
Heav'n hath united, sins beyond all hope
Of sweet remission. Noble Sir, call backe
Your fruitless, cause misplac'd, affection!
Forth' absent Duke, and Lucebella have
Exchanged mutuall vowes, (which live recorded
Above the clouds) and fix your deserv'd love
On her, that mournes for you to th'prejudice,
Of expetible health! who, priz'd below
Her worth, is still her rivalls equall—'tis—
Though I have no Commission (but what
Our holy order bound to further good,
Doth warrant) to disclose this secret,
Th'incomparable Princess Julia—
But you seeme troubl'd?

Sican.
Where ther's no power to helpe, responsive greefe,
Shewes friendly:—But, reverend Man, your charity
Deludeth your too facile-faith, the Duke
Lov'd her ignobly, which provoak'd her brother
(Tender of her dear honour) to a rage
His fathers sufferings could not tempt him to;
And drew from her an everlasting hate:
Iv'e heard their tongues confirme it.

Duke.
But that religion bounds my ready lippes,
A killing curse would issue forth, and ceaze
Upon the cause of this foul scandall—Sir,
The Duke made me familiar with his thoughts,
The thoughts most dear to him believe't he is abus'd;
I know't.

Sican.
I nor condemne nor justifie; yet shall
(Upon your affirmation) repute
The duke still truly noble: for the rest,
I shall with more deliberate thoughts consider,
What may be most expedient; affayres
Of so great consequence, aske not a suddaine,
But well weigh'd resolve Father farewell!—
Exit Sicanio.

Duke.
Holy Angels guard you!
How is the goodness of a gracious Prince
Abus'd through easy-confidence? those men
Our favours most reflect on, are the first.
Revolt from their profession, and rebell
Against their second-makers: faithless Age!
Direct me heav'n in the best course, whereby,
I may repair my bleeding honour, and
O're my detractours get the upper hand—

Exit.
Enter Rosania and Dianetta.
Dian.
I tell thee seriously his importunity
Did almost weary me; and, but to promise
Success to his desires, I'de no way left
To shake him off.

Rosan.
In faith, it may impaire your credit;
For he will brage ont'.

Dian.

He shall have no such cause, as I intend
to handle him: and see, he keepes as constant
to me as my shaddow.

To them Vatin.
Rosan.
Well, I'le leave you—

Exit.
Vatin.
Lady, why do you seeke to sterve my hungry hopes.
By cruell tardity? mine is no suite in law
(Though't hath dependance in the Common Pleas)
Brookes not protraction; my desire hath
A greedy-stomack; and the quick performance
Of your past promise, only can afford
Satiety: speak then some comfort (dearest)

Dian.
Ah—but my honour.

Vatin.
An aery word, quite out of fashion

Dian.
But then yee men are so inconstant—

Vatin.
Contract all hearts together, and you shall.
Find, in this one, the quintessence extracted,
Which I thus sacrifize unto your beauty—
kiss.

Speake then, Lady; oh when? and where? the

happy time? the blessed place? when, Lady? oh
when? and where?

Dian.
This Evening; my lodging.

Vatin.
Confirme it with a kiss!—

kiss.
Dian.
But you'l be talking on't, to you Companions?

Vatin.
Let me be guelded then! In such a case,
I would not trust my Confessour.

Dian.
Well, at the hour convenient, I'le send you notice
By a trusty Messenger: till when, farewell!

Vatin.
Since the engagement of your noble word.
I can not doubt performance: Lady, your hoping servant.

Exeunt.
Enter Julia, and Lucebella.
Luceb.
Madame, should I deny what you have urg'd!
My guilty tongue would speake a falsehood, that
My purer heart abhorrs: I must confess,
I love Sicanio; but not beyond
Those limets, which strict modesty allows
Severest Maids, or holy writ doth warrant.

Julia.
They're too too large.

Luceb.
I apprehend yor feares: Madame, be pleas'd
To entertaine this serious truth with joy!
Although the Prince be full of merrit, and
The man, to whose free goodnesse all our house,
So deeply stands engag'd; though gratitude,
And th'daily mediation of a brother,
With the authoriz'd love to my own good,
Strive to perswade my yet unwilling heart
To meet his noble flame: the constant zeale
I've vow'd to your sweet friendship reprehends
My too forgetfull thoughts, and challenges
A duty from me link'd with detriment,
Which, thus, I pay your virtue: I've resolv'd
(And to that purpose have return'd him answer)
Rather to purchase, with my death, your peace;
Then live a Princess, to disturbe your quiet.

Julia.
Thy unexampl'd goodness, Lucebella,
Strikes me with admiration: yet begets
A thought-distracting doubt that makes me poor
For all the wealth of thy so precious love.

Luceb.
If you suspect my true sincerity!
I will confirme it with a righteous oath,

Julia.
Oh wrong not my beliefe? alass despaire,
Of making thee amends, 'tis true, obliges me—
But the duke my brother must do that office for me.

Luceb.
There you make me sad—but—and yet I should
Be glad to see him: do you think the duke is well?

Julia.
His Confessour hath so assur'd me; who alone,
Knows of his residence: besides,
Sayes he will shortly come, and cleare himselfe
Of the dishonour put upon him, touching thee.

Luceb.
Pray heav'n he may! however I forgive him

Exeunt.
Enter Sicanio.
Sicanio.
There goes the faire occasion of my soul's greefe:
Poore Bankrupt Nature, woe that large expence,
Of thy rich store to prove more pittifull!
If not for mine, yet for thine owne sake beg
That thy impoverish'd stocke may be supply'd
Agen, from her, with plenty; lest after-births,
Produce deformity;
And Cytherea (thou whose tender heart
Hath sadly sob'd as mine, when a like touch'd
By cold disdaine) entreat thy tyrant son
To shew to me such mercy, as thy selfe,
In th'like necessity, expected! so
Shall thy sacred Altars smoake with incense,
Mirrhe mix'd with Myrtle berries, and the choice
Of whitest Turtles: where as Mortalls wounded,
And not regarded, growne to despaire, neglect,
Your ceremonious-rites, pull downe, and trample
On your holy Altars—

Exit.
Enter Duke and Hipolito.
Duke.
Y' had a fowle soule indeed.
But son, Beware that your repentance be
More then formall; for 'tis no dallying with
Just heav'n; whose searching eye discovers all
The hidden secrets of mans heart: you may deceave
The blinded world, and your deare soul, but oh
The irrecoverable loss is yours.
Therefore be sure y' are serious! fate's decree
Can't be deluded by hypocrisy

Hipol.
I cannot blame your diffidence, my life,
Hath bin so sinfull: but your doctrine of
Sure mercy, upon true contrition, hath
Wrought from my soft'ned heart a pious greefe
Will purge it from pollution-holy man,
(Weeps.
These are no feigned droppes, but reall teares—
I've bin exceeding sinfull, and they must
Fall faster yet.

Duke.
My foolish pitty, should I stay, would tempt
My justice to forgive him—
Aside.
Sonne, this sorrow doth rejoyce me; yea, and heav'n.
Who's pleas'd with your conversion: I must attend.
The Vespers, but my prayers shall still waite on you.
Sonne be constant—

Exit.
Hipol.
Else may I faile of mercy!
Away dissembl'd greefe, I must forget you!
This Fryer's no other then his habit speakes him,
Religious. I've sounded his deep thoughts,
And find his faith firme to his Master: heav'n,
That I could say so of my selfe!—but 'tis too late.
No matter—and though't be death.
To him shall blabbe the secrets of confession,
I was too rash in my communication;
A smooth insinuating tale may cut,
My secure throat, when I least dreame of danger:
Which to prevent, because, he's fit for heav'n,
I'le find him out the neerest way—the meanes,
Fumante.—so the rigour of the law,
Sends him the other way; and I rest safe:
'Tis a good plot! and a bad Age to trust
One's life, and honour in another's keeping;
And my hand in-I'le thorough-stitch with the rest
My maine Projection prospers not: her heart,
Continew's told as glaciated snow
On the bleake Euxine Promounts: nor can I
Perceive a signe of change; my rivalls are
Too powerfull—I must forget her too—but not revenge—
My love of late is growne ambitious,
And aimes at the faire Princess—ha?—that done,
(And I despaire not but it shall) I were,
Beyond the reach of malice, free from feare—

Exit.
Enter Vatin and an old Crone.
Vatin.
A message unto me requiring hasty answer?
My faire threescore-and twelve-what i'st?

Crone.

Faire an't shall like you, but not yet full
threescore till come the day of innocents, when I,
and my late dead husband (peace be with his

bones!) were borne: he priz'd this face indeed
and term'd it faire, and oft (full of desire) with
speaking touches, would bewray his fondness—
thus; then in my bosome, and, nere was well but
when a pidling with—my double chin:
a kind poore fool it was! and then his lips
(wearied in my due praise) would crave refreshment
on the red velvet pallet of my soft cheeks,
which I (kind as himselfe) must give him thus—
and thus—which he receav'd
[kisses him.
with such voracity, that in the end it kil'd him.

Vatin.

Another will kill me—she hath a breath
loathsomely-strong as the corrupted suncke of a
dead-horse-fed-hound—
(Aside.
but to the matter!

Crone.

A lass extreames in any thing are hurtfull:
yet (as they say) though he is not, my
widdowhood hath youthfull friends; such as not
thinke my, yet passable face, and yeares contemptible
—A Fort, cause antient, 's not to be
forsooke; whilst stored with munition—I'm able
yet for service.

Vatin.
Pike-proofe I'le warrant thee:
I meane thy hide—

(Aside.
Crone.
Yea, and chaine-shot proofe too—and may
Content a reasonable man.

Vatin.
I shall make tryall of thee: but to th'point.

Crone.

Shall you? you'l find me mettle to the

backe: and though my eyes be no twinn'd-suns, as
be young Dianetta's; you may see babies there,
that (as they say) may take you.

Vatin.
This palsi'd tongue will ne're lin shakeing.

(Aside.
Crone.
And I dare wage the profit of my present
Employment, that when, you have tri'd us both,
Your selfe shall say I've pleas'd the better.

Vatin.
A bawd I thinke.
My able faire one do you belong to Dianetta?

Crone.

I am the private entry through which
you safely may walke unto your desires; indeed
the very key that opens to successe.

Vatin.
I apprehend you, and will be your friend:
Heeres an earnest of it.

Crone.
The first I do accept: nor will I refuse.
Gives money.
The last coming from you:—well, 'tis,
The prettiest bashfull bable, as e're man
Play'd with: she'l shew you sport ifaith: although
At first (as Maidens should) she seem'd unwilling;
Nor need I tell you how she dotes on you, this
Night will give you a full satisfaction.

Vatin.
But how, and where?

Crone.
Your way must be through me—I'le be
Your Convoy.

Vatin.
With all my heart: lead on?

Crone.

But use the youngling gently! or you

may spoile her gate: which will give vild indition
to some about the Court, as wanton as
your selfe, and then you know her honour.—

Vatin.
It shall not loose a graine: come let's goe.

Crone.
They say, the quickly hot, are quickly coold:—
But come—you are even such another—

Vatin.
Well, have a little patience, anon—

Crone.
Well, I conceave—but looke you do.

Vatin.
I warrant you.

Exeunt.