Lis. The Heauens forbid.
Nic. It is forbidden both by Heauen and Earth,
And yet Shee do’s it; and thou know’st then, Frier,
My hopes are frustrate. Therefore (holy Man)
Thou art her Counsel-Closet, her Confessor,
Of reuerend opinion with the Princesse.
Lis. I doe conceiue your Honour.
Nic. Be my Orator.
Lis. In what I may, my Lord.
Nic. If thou preuail’st,