with him Rivi. T is all my businesse Be carefull of your watch and looke about you Some Wee sell may get in else Gui. Does he jeere us Alex. Let him his Embassy is not perform'd Enter Duke Montalto Mont, You doe amaze my understanding Sir To require I should justifie a tale Made to the blemish of so chaste a Lady Duke Did not your Lordship tell such a story To Philoberto in my lodgings Mont. I dare his malice to affront and t is not Done like your selfe to sully with one breath Two sames Duke Shall I not credit my owne eares Mont. Deare Sir collect your selfe and let not passion To Domitilla whom you may possesse Here after make you so unjust Duke Deare Machiavill This will not doe the King shall know your stratagems Mont. Goe threaten babes this would exalt my rage But I remember y' are a guest to Naples Nor would I grieve the genius of my country To place my owne revenge above her honour Duke Poore shaddow Mont. Now Drawes a dagger at the Dukes backe T will not be safe you know your change Exit Guid. We are proud to see your excellence in health Duke Where is the King Alo. A little busle Sir Alex. Not yet I thinke he is at his prayers Duke I le adde to his Letanie Guid. It wo'not neede I thinke his ghostly father can direct him With whom he is in private Duke I know not How to interpret this I want Philoberto Exit Enter Octavio Octav. Your graces Servant he lookes displeas'd Guid. My Lord Octavio Octav. Your servant Lords Guid. You meet the Duke Octav. His face shewed discontent Aloi. We summe our fortunes in Montaltoes smile By whose commands we have denyed the Duke Accesse to 'th King Octav. You have done well it much Concernes my Lord his and all our fate Depends upon 't continue still your care And circumspection and while I am within Let none be admitted Exit Guid, Let us alone A spirit may have the device to enter But if he have so much body as a Gnat I le know his errand whoe 's this oh it t is My Lady Domitillaes Secretary Enter Bombo Bom. Here are so many trickes and turnes and dores I'these Court lodgings I have lost my selfe Guid. Mr. Secretary Bom. T was you betrayd me to the King and caus'd My Ladies to be sent for with more cunning To bring me hither but all 's one he has Not seene me yet not sha'not which Is my way out of this labyrinth Alo. Why are you so unwilling the King should see you Guid. Or to live in Court me thinkes this habite Becomes you now does it not my Lord Alex. He lookes like a true Hero Bom. You are beside the story Sir I did reade once That Hero had no upper lip shee was A Lady of Leanders lake Guid. A wit there 's a new word now for the Hellespont Hee le make a subtile courtier Bom. It has undone me Alo. Vndone thee how Bom. I know not whether it be my wit or clothes Or disposition of the place or all Together but I am sure I am in love I finde it by the losing of my stomacke I am most strangely in love Guid With whom Bom. I know not Aloi. Can you not guesse Bom. I hope t is with my selfe for I did vow When my first mistresse dyed which was Guid. What Bom. A dairy maide that we had i' th Countrey To love no living woman bove an houre Shee was the very creame of all her Sex Oft have we churn'd together Guid. And drunke healths In Butter-milke Aloi. But doe you hope you are in love with your selfe Sir Bom. Marry doe I Sir is that so wonderfull at Court Guid. You are pleasant Aloi. Le ts be rid on him Guid. Come you shall now speake with the King And he shall knight thee more honours may follow Bom. You shall excuse me put your honours Vpon some body else Guid. Doe you know what t is Bom. I have not read of late Aloi. But you are much given to hearing What is honour Bom. Honour a buble is that is soone broke A Gloworme seeming fire but has no smoake Aloi. There 's fire and water Bom. And smoake for ayre A painted Sun-beame peece of gilded Chaffe And he that trusts leanes to a broken staffe Gui. You should have reconcil'd the foure elements To the conceit there was fire aire water Where 's the earth Bom. Oh he that leanes to a broken staffe shall Finde that presently Enter King reading a paper Octavio Guid. The King Bom. King bee your leave I vanish Exit Bombo King This paper containes wonder t is not possible Octa. Vpon my life Sir Philoberto can demonstate these King The Divell has not art To abuse us so this will require some counsell Enter Montalto Hee 's here Montalto leave us Exeunt Lords Mont. Sir your pleasure King Is all in thee hast met with Philoberto Mont. Not yet King No matter I have thought upon 't And doe conclude it best to let things passe Yet in a dreame choise and enquiry may Awake suspition upon innocence Mont. You cannot thinke her guilty Sir King I am not Without some feares I have collected things Since we conferr'd that stagger my good thoughts Mont. Of her you cannot Sir unthinke agen What ever would betray her to your jealousy A Virgins Monument cannot be more chaste i th Temple King Yes yes we may be all cozend And therefore let her passe among things desperate Yet were I certaine shee were spotted thus As t is but a young Leprosie upon her I could wish heartily my Sister timely Married not to the Duke that would betray us But to some one I know not who could love Vs both so well as be that rare friend And save our honours Mont. Doe you then suspect her King Oh the Dukes Character had a powerfull sence And who knowes but shee may be lost by one Not fit to make her reparation Could any Nobleman be found in Naples To binde her wound up by so great an act Of secrecy and marriage but some winde May listen and convey I know not whether What my sad breath has scatter'd in the aire Thy Master has no servant that dares take One sorrow from him Mont. You are Sir provided Of more then that can rise to in my service King Canst thou be so compassionate to lose Thy hopes of richer beauty for my sake Darst thou with all this knowledge hide her staine And marry her Mont. My duty to your Majestie Shall marry me to death let not this trouble The quiet of your heart I le take Theodosia And thinke upon her as shee had the whitenesse Of my good Angell King Th' art a miracle Teach me but which way I may reward this love Till now I had no poverty thy worth Will make me everlastingly in debt What shall I say Mont. Great Sir no more your favours Flow from a bounty which hath onely heaven Above it