LAURA

Your Highness knows he hath a young wife. My Lord I received it. Excellently. Yare too much a Courtier, I must chide you Signiour, I never did deserve the Epithets Your paper throws upon me. I enjoin no such penance, But 'tis and injury easily remitted, 'Tis the glory they say of Lovers to Hiperbolise. Not so Signiour. Signiour, You do me much too much satisfaction, Your error being a small one. How. I was not worth so much. Now your language is course. Now you Compliment, I know You're excellent at it. You now do. And excellent Poet. Now you can make Chronograms. Signiour you are wonderful improved, Love has inspired you richly. I perceive Cupid is a mute too. I wonder you are not mad. Dream. If you so methodise your study Signiour I shall but sin against your muse, 'tis now Your hour by course, for your heroic Poem: It best you sleep my Lord, I'll take my leave. Again Hyperbolizing, then you Lordship Must pardon me. Y'ave herd her graces will, this is the first Employment. She knows you Florentines Insinuate with great subtlety in Humane nature's. Sir I congratulate your new fortune, Yowl find her excellence a noble mistress. Madam sh'as great motives unto sadness Which I've been earnest with her to reveal, But she conceals em as the usurer does His treasure: striving to beguile noise, And lessen the number of his bags with His report. There's my Lord Volterre, is't your grace ̄ S Pleasure to retire till we have ended Our discovery. The day afford your Lop much profit. I beseech your l p enforce me not To be unmannerly you are now above My conversation. 'Tis in your power to command, in my Duty to obey. I conjecture so for e's differs much From that which he must practice when he's Duke ̄ How my Lord? Something I've herd her grace speak too, in praise Of your French gesture, your sublime frisk, and Odd conveyance of your body. I cannot blame the Duchess to be found. Sir, I hope when you shall fit invested With Royal ornaments, you'll not disdain Laura for your humble servant. Did not I say he would gove ̄ rne gently, Now can't my tongue be quiet, I must tell him all. My Lord I affect truth and brevity, I am commanded by her grace to make Your visits private to her. And let no encouragement neither from Her eyes nor speech imboldne you to think Unlawful, her favours you must take With silent observation. He's not reconciled to our sex, He has proclaimed that. How then? Tell him I'll expect him in that form he ̄ Prescribes. Pray do Madam, I hope Your discontent will give you leave to smile At this, her grace found you but this employment, With me, to beat your melancholy off, Apply to the occasion. Ours, we are not ashamed to show em. Troth my Lord, for pity to your self End your invectives; Madam I told you of this mirth. This Signiour; 'tis the Duchess pleasure ̄ You make sudden repair to Court. That's our Embassy. My Lord, her grace employs Not me to any so unhappy: And though you have not lived so near the favour, Ith' eye of the Court, which your own humour too May have been the cause, I have no honour, if You find your self unwelcome, I could instruct you further with a secret, Your soul would dance to know, but I confess 'Tis more then my commission: And from a woman: you will come my Lord? You will have cause to bless the occasion Of this days message. Have you not herd her graces resolution, Touching a husband? I hope your honour will remember this poor sir vice when 'tis done. My Lord the Duchess loves you. Come Madam, I shall say you will wait. We tamed his Tiger violence, not Magic Could force him Like the charm you sent. Beg your Uncle Signiour? Well Signiour, what of my cheeks. My cheeks are Such as creation framed em, and the colour Is nature's gift. Sure Madam, he will put down Hercules. Here's a pretty front, Signiour Orseollo, stay till I am valid.— My Lord, you cherish my instructions, You're come earlier then your hour. I know nothing but what I am enjoined To make a secret. Giotto, shall I tell him that? I cannot hide it from him. The Duchess has commanded him to get Your picture for her. Your Hope's increase Signiour. But sir, there is one obstacle— Y'have heretofore appeared so boisterous And sullen to that sex, that the Duchess Partly thinks— You're insufficient. I, that I would feign know. Hereafter I shall grow reserved too. Indeed Signiour? This was you that railed against women. Fie my Lord. Was there ever such a wanton Hypocrite? 'Tis my chief blessing to see your Lordship In good health— I'll go pray to have it still continued. But your grace shall publish your reasons, You will appear just. I hope your excellence will pardon my Rude intrusion into your acqu: intance. Her grace concealed this partly of her design From me. I never knew till now, that you Were more then Giotto, the Florentine. As how pray. We shall loose the sport unless we hasten To the River. Attendants.