Clar. Fall off or you lose me. [Exit Malfort.
Cle. Nay take your place, no Paris now sits judge
On the contending goddesses. You are
The Deitie that must make curst or happy
One of your languishng servants.
Ol. I thus look with equal eyes on both; either deserves
A fairer fortune than they can in reason
Hope for from me; from Lidian I expect,
When I have made him mine, all pleasures that
The sweetness of his manners, youth, and vertues
Can give assurance of: but turning this way
To brave Clarange, in his face appears
A kind of Majesty which should command,
Not sue for favour. If the fairest Lady
Of France, set forth with natures best endowments
Nay should I adde a Princess of the bloud,
Did now lay claim to either for a husband,
So vehement my affection is to both,
My envie at her happiness would kill me.
Cle. The strangest love I ever heard.
Cal. You can enjoy but one.
Clar. The more I say the merrier.
Oli. Witness these tears I love both, as I know
You burn with equal flames, and so affect me;
Abundance makes me poor; such is the hard
Condition of my fortune; be your own judges;
If I should favour both, 'twill taint my honour,
And that before my life I must prefer;
If one I lean to, the other is disvalued;
You are fierie both, and love will make you warmer.
Clar. The warmer still the fitter. You are a fool Lady.
Oli. To what may love, and the Devil jealousie spur you
Is too apparent: my name's call'd in question:
Your swords flie out, your angers range at large:
Then what a murther of my modesty follows?
Clar. Take heed of that by any means: O innocent,
That will deny a blessing when 'tis offer'd,
Would I were murther'd so, I would thank my modesty.