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Enter Duke
Duke. How now, refus'd their mony?
Bor. Very bravely,
And stand upon such terms 'tis terrible.
Duke. Where's Archas ?
Bor. He's retir'd Sir, to his house,
According to your pleasure, full of dutie
To outward shew: but what within
Duke. Refuse it?
Bor. Most confidently: 'tis not your revenues
Can feed the[m] Sir, and yet they have found a General
That knows no ebbe of bountie: there they eat Sir,
And loath your invitations.
Duke. 'Tis not possible,
He's poor as they.
Bor. You'l find it otherwise.
Pray make your journey thither presently,
And as ye goe I'le open ye a wonder.
Good Sir this morning.
Duke. Follow me, I'le doe it. [Exeunt.
SCENA II
Enter Olympia, Alinda, Burris, and Gentlewomen
Olym. But do you think my Brother loves her?
Bur. Certain Madam,
He speaks much of her, and sometimes with wonder,
Oft wishes she were nobler born.
Olym. Do you think him honest?
Bur. Your Grace is nearer to his heart, than I am,
Upon my life I hold him so.
Olym. 'Tis a poor wench,
I would not have her wrong'd: methinks my Brother
But I must not give rules to his affections;
Yet if he weigh her worth
Bur. You need not fear Madam.
Olym. I hope I shall not: Lord Burris
I love her well; I know not, there is something
Makes me bestow more than a care upon her:
I do not like that ring from him to her;
I mean to women of her way, such tokens
Rather appear as baits, than royal bounties:
I would not have it so.
Bur. You will not find it,
Upon my troth I think his most ambition
Is but to let the world know h'as a handsom Mistris:
Will your grace command me any service to him?
Olym. Remember all my duty.
Bur. Blessings crown ye:
What's your will Lady?
Al. Any thing that's honest;
And if you think it fit, so poor a service,
Clad in a ragged vertue, may reach him,
I do beseech your Lordship speak it humbly.
Bur. Fair one I will: in the best phrase I have too,
And so I kiss your hand. [Exit.
Al. Your Lordships Servant.
Olym. Come hither wench, what art thou doing with that Ring?
Al. I am looking on the posie, Madam.
Olym. What is't?
Al. The Jewel's set within.
Olym. But where the joy wench,
When that invisible Jewel's lost? why dost thou smile so?
What unhappy meaning hast thou?
Al. . Nothing Madam,
But only thinking what strange spells these Rings have,
And how they work with some.
Pet. I fear with you too.
Al. This could not cost above a Crown.
Pet. 'Twill cost you
The shaving of your crown, if not the washing.
Olym. But he that sent it, makes the vertue greater;
Al. I and the vice too Madam: goodness bless me:
How fit 'tis for my finger!
2 W. No doubt you'l find too
A finger fit for you.
Al. Sirrah, Petesca ,
What wilt thou give me for the good that follows this?
But thou hast Rings enough, thou art provided:
Heigh ho, what must I doe now?
Pet. You'l be taught that,
The easiest part that e're you learn't, I warrant you.
Al. Ay me, ay me.
Pet. You will divide too, shortly,
Your voice comes finely forward.
Olym. Come hither wanton,
Thou art not surely as thou saist.
Al. I would not:
But sure there is a witchcraft in this Ring, Lady,
Lord how my heart leaps!
Pet. 'Twill goe pit a pat shortly.
Al. And now methinks a thousand of the Dukes shapes.
2 W. Will no less serve ye?
Al. In ten thousand smiles.
Olym. Heaven bless the wench.
Al. With eyes that will not be deni'd to enter;
And such soft sweet embraces; take it from me,
I am undone else Madam: I'm lost else.
Olym. What ailes the girle?
Al. How suddenly I'm alter'd!
And grown my self again! do not you feel it?
Olym. Wear that, and I'le wear this:
I'le try the strength on't.
Al. How cold my bloud grows now!
Here's sacred vertue:
When I leave to honour this,
Every hour to pay a kiss,
When each morning I arise,
Or I forget a sacrifice:
When this figure in my faith,
And the pureness that it hath,
I pursue not with my will,
Nearer to arrive at still:
When I lose, or change this Jewel,
Flie me faith, and heaven be cruel.
Olym. You have half confirm'd me,
Keep but that way sure,
And what this charm can doe, let me endure. [Exeunt.
SCENA III
Enter Archas, Theodore, 2 Daughters Honora and Viola
Ar. Carry your self discreetly, it concerns me,
The Duke's come in, none of your froward passions,
Nor no distasts to any: Prethee Theodor ,
By my life, boy, 'twill ruine me.
The. I have done Sir,
So there be no foul play he brings along with him.
Ar. What's that to you?
Let him bring what please him,
And whom, and how.
The. So they mean well
Ar. Is't fit you be a Judge sirrah?
The. 'Tis fit I feel Sir.
Ar. Get a banquet ready,
And trim your selves up handsomly.
The. To what end?
Do you mean to make 'em whores?
Hang up a sign then,
And set 'em out to Livery.
Ar. Whose son art thou?
The. Yours Sir, I hope: but not of your disgraces.
Ar. Full twenty thousand men I have commanded,
And all their minds, with this calm'd all their angers;
And shall a boy of mine own breed too, of mine own blood,
One crooked stick
The. Pray take your way, and thrive in't,
I'le quit your house; if taint or black dishonour
Light on ye, 'tis your own, I have no share in't.
Yet if it do fall out so, as I fear it,
And partly find it too
Ar. Hast thou no reverence?
No dutie in thee?
The. This shall shew I obey ye:
I dare not stay: I would have shew'd my love too,
And that you ask as duty, with my life Sir,
Had you but thought me worthy of your hazards,
Which heaven preserve ye from, and keep the Duke too:
And there's an end of my wishes, God be with ye. [Exit.
Ar. Stubborn, yet full of that we all love, honesty.
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