CENTELLA

To such goodness, Your highness might have lent and attribute Of far more weight, and splendour. So he well may. That unto those beforetime wondered at, You in our age appear a miracle, And never to be matched. As of the man himself, most frivolous and idle; He parallel the Queen? would, would, would. You met a bold and noble opposite. Your noble bearing, has given our modern gallants Plainsong to descant on. You would Sir? We shall return so much. And shall, prating you English slave? A thing much to be feared. Now let's prepare our eyes; For, he no question Hath brought over some rare creature. What's in men, Shall not in us be skanted. You find her pliant? How thrives your project? works it into fashion? Sir, though both strangers, yet fates passed, and Fortune's to come, are better known to me, than your selves: have you God the Ring? Where? Disparagement to my Art, have you brought a falls Ring? I am proud of that, this trial was not amiss though. I was deceived my self, I see my error now; only a mistake in the sign, I sought for Mercury in one house, and he logd'd in the next, I must change my lodging, the City stones will grow too hight for me, I must go cool my feet in the suburbs. The all and only mistake was in the sign. Your only curses, and now aboard for Spain, Her shame's our honour, and her lose our gain. Sacred Empress, Behold the Ring: the manner how she fell, How easily, and with what facility, She yielded almost at the first demand, We shall relate at full. See, he's come. Faith, in health of body. yes seen, and felt, and herd, and understood, We found her a Now e Substantive. yet she stood, And by her self too, when she was alone, But lighting upon company she leak't, Poor prostitute, she fell. Then in plain—your Mistress is a Whore. And will mak't good, More Bonavida, mine, My prostitute, most base and mercenary, Bowing her lust beneath the price of gold, For a few Spanish Ryalls. O, Sir, anon I hope you' I have more patience, You are not mad? But to what purpose did you send him to your wives bed? Aurora looks read at that, but with the new light, new business meets us, Bonavida's Execution. And I as willingly, That I was never second to a man, In any such false business. Who doubts that, He were not worthy to be stiled a Prince, Or to partake that goodness God in you, That should have let slip such proud arrogance, Without severest rigour. Royal Madam. Call of the animal, she takes her entrance just at her Q step you aside for fear of suspicion. Not I assure you? you have met him then? How is't Sir? I see a sudden sign of alte ration in you. Or my Art? Produce me as a party? May this presence, And awful Throne, before which I stand accused, Pronounce me as a man forsook and lost, If in the least of what these two suggest, I have the smallest knowledge. In my opinion, Madam you so far Exceed all these that yet mine eyes have seen Nay herd, or read of.