TIMANTUS

Your Lordship's wondrous witty, very plea sant, beleeue't. They have good eyes then. I'll hold my life, I could boult him in and hour: Oh but since, his Taylor came, and they have fallen out about the fashion on's clothes: and yond dears a fellow come, has board a hold in's ear; and he has bespoke a Vauting-horse, you shall see him come forth presently: he looks Like Winter, stuck here and there with fresh flowers. I think he will. I know not: but by this light I think he is in love; he would would been shaved but for me. I could guess, but you shall pardon me: he will take me along with him some whither. Sir. Yes faith, 'tis such a one as the rest of the young Gallants wear. He has not be dressed this twenty years then, If this vain hold but a week, he will learn to play oath base viol and sing too't: He's poetical already; For I have spied a Sonnet ons making lie by's beds side, I'll be so unmannerly to read it. He's dead, he's dead, and I am following. He will be sir, and the grey Barbary, they are fiery both. In deed her Age lies not in her mouth: never look it there Sir she has a better register, if it be not burned. Fourteen of your own, & some three fingers. Before the gods, your grace looks Like Aenca's. You do not know what 'tis to be a Queen, Go to your Maid, else what the old man falls short of, theres others can eech out, when you please to call on em. Sir, your Highness is welcome home, the Duke and Queen will presently come forth to you. Faith reasonable. How many Towns have you taken in this Summer? A number. pray how is the province settled? I think you mock me my Lord. I shall bend my service unto your Highness. Goodness attend your Honours. The Duchess, whose humble Servant I am proved to be, would speak with you. And hour hence my good Lords, and so I leave my service. But you take me wrong: All I know by him I dare deliver boldly: He is the storehouse And head of virtue: your great self excepted That feeds the Kingdom. Sir, I cannot, If there be any, sure they are the times which I could wish less dangerous. But pardon me, I am too bold. For Sir if you consider How Like a Sun in all his great employments, How full of heat. And then at his return Talk and prate, as their ignoant rages leads em, without Allegiance or Religion. For Heavens sake have a care of your own person, I cannot tell, their wickedness may lead Farther then I dare think yet. Yet the prince, for who this is pretended may Perswadeem, &c no doubt will, virtue is ever watchful But be you still secur'de and comforted. Brave Gentl: that such a madding love should sollow thee, to rob thee of a Father: All the Court is full of dangerous whispers. By no means Sir, rather make more your love, And hold your favour to him: for 'tis now Impossible to yoke him, if his thoughts, As I must never believe, run with their rages, He never was so innocent, but what reason His grace has to with draw his love from me And other good men that are neert your person I cannot yet find out: I know my duty Has ever be attending. Madame ti's done. Yes Madame they are here: I wait a fur there service. No I have it. No Sir: He is not to blame; If I were as I was. Faith Sir, I am ashamed to speak before you, My conscience tells me I have injured you, And by the earnest instigation, Of others have not done you to the King All ways the best and friendliest offices, Which pardon me, or I will never speak. Oh noble Sir, your honest eyes perceive not The dangers you are led to shame upon her, And what fell Misery's the gods can think on Show down upon her wicked head, she has plotted, I know too well your death: would my poor life Or thousand such as mine is might be offered Like sacrifices up for your presuming, What free oblations would she have to glut her, But she is merciless, and bent to ruin, If Heaven and good men step not to your rescue, And timely, very timely, Oh this Duke dome! I weep, I weep for the poor Orphans ith Country Left with but Friends; or parents. Treason, treason. 'Tis done. Or I would weeepe out mine eyes. Faith she's gone: theres a Letter I found it in her pocket, would I were with her, she's a handsome Lady, a plague upon my bashfulness, I had bobd her longagoe else. Whither Madame? What shall I do there? I have done too much mischief to be believed again, or indeed, to escape with my head on my back if I be once known. Sure I shall never walk when I am dead. I have no spirit Madame, I'll be drunk but I'll do it, thats all my refuge. I come to you (for if I not mistake, you are the Prince ) from that most Noble Lord Ismenus with a Letter. His Letters speak him sir — Oh pardon me, know you me now sir? 'Tis true sir, pardon me. I am not guilty sir. I do beseech you sir let me not fight. Oh spare me sir, I am not fit for death. Of none. I would have taken your Page, and married her. Your boy there. — Dies. Oh yes sir, I know it: but as I conceive your journey, you would have it private; and then you were better take a Coach. Alas Sir, what am I, you should believe My eyes or ears, so subtle to observe Faults in a State, all my main business Is service to your Grace, and necessaries For my poor life. Since your Grace will have it I'll speak it freely: Always my obedience And Love preserved unto the Prince. Prithee to the matter. Why, who can help it? Byr'lady theyle bruise her: and she wear a brass. I am sure theyle break stone walls: I have had experience of them both, and they have made me desperate: but theres a Messenger Madam come from the Prince with a Letter to Ismenus, who by him re turns and answer. Maddame? Your grace has chosen out and ill observer. Noble Ismenus, where the Prince? Sir, I beseech you hear me. Her will Sir, and ambition, as I think Are the provokers of it as in women Those two are ever powerful to destruction, Beside a hate of your still growing virtues, She being only wicked. I cannot Sir, my fear ties up my tongue. There is a fellow Sir. I will not use any violence against your Highness. Your Grace will not buy her, she may trip Sir? Noc by my soul Maddame. It's not for fear, but wonder. Leon. Well. There is a fellow Sir, close ith Lobby: You oath Guard, look to the door there. The Lobby Sir, close in a corner: Look to your selves, for Heavens sake, Me thinks he is here already. Fellows of the Guard be valiant. Then thus Sir, All mislike ye, As they would do the gods, if they did dwell with em. Sir, this service is done for virtues sake, not for reward, how ever he may hold me. Let a couple of the great horses be brought out for us. Can you choose Sir, having such heavenly Fire before you? I left him now Sir. How I Like him? Is your Lordship for the wars this summer? I durst not speak else Sir. Look there Sir. Alas good Sir, forbear To urge the Prince, you see his shamefastness. Nothing I hope that might displease your Highness. Almost. Yes, there it goes that makes him so youth full, and has laid by his Crutch, and halts now with a leading staff. Those will be put too quickly Sir, upon any occasion. Which Sir? It shall be. Heel kill himself. Why, will you ride sir? There shall Sir. Worthy Ismenus, I pray how have you sped in your wars? Sir all I know, my duty must reveal My country and my love command it from me, For whom I'll lay my life down, this night coming. A counsel is appointed by the Duke, To fit about your apprehension: If you dare trust my faith: which by all good things Shall ever watch about you: Go along, And to a place I'll guide you: where no word, Shall escape without your hearing, Nor, no plot. Without discovering to you, which once known, you have your answers and prevention. Oh that the hearts of men should be so hardened Against so good a Duke, for Gods sake Sir, Seek means to save your self, This wretched slave Has his sword in his hand, I know his heart: O it hath almost killed me with the thought of it. We intercepted a Letter from Ismenus, and the bearer directed me. If I had a company my Lord Nay, good Sir. Your mother sure is nought