Pvg. Do you thinke ſo? 45 Will ſhee be won?
Mer. No doubt, to ſuch an office, It will be a Lady’s brauery, and her pride.
Pvg. And not be knowne on’t after, vnto him?
Mer. That were a treachery! Vpon my word, Be confident. Returne vnto your maſter, 50 My Lady Preſident ſits this after-noone, Ha’s tane the ring, commends her ſeruices Vnto your Lady-Dutcheſſe. You may ſay She’s a ciuill Lady, and do’s giue her All her reſpects, already: Bad you, tell her 55 She liues, but to receiue her wiſh’d commandements, And haue the honor here to kiſſe her hands: For which ſhee’ll ſtay this houre yet. Haſten you Your Prince, away.
Pvg. And Sir, you will take care Th’ excuſe be perfect?
Mer. You confeſſe your feares. 60 The Diuel is doubtfull. Too much.
Pvg. The ſhame is more, I’ll quit you of either.