And when you please, and how allay my miseries.

Enter Frederick.

To whom I kneele be mercifull unto me,
Looke on my harmelesse youth Angels of pitty,
And from my bleeding heart wipe off my sorrowes,
The power, the pride, the malice and injustice
Of cruell men are bent against mine innocence.
You that controwle the mighty wills of Princes,
And bow their stubborne armrs, look on my weaknesse,
And when you please, and how, allay my miseries. [Exit.

Fred. Hast etc.

Fred. You have the happinesse you ever aim'd at,
The joy, and pleasure.

Val. Would you had the like, Sir.

Fred. You tumble in delights with your sweet Lady,
And draw the minutes out in deare embraces,
You lead a right Lords life.

Val. Would you had tryed it,
That you might know the vertue but to suffer,
If anger, though it be unjust and insolent
Sits hansomer upon you then your scorne, Sir.

Fred. You cleerly, etc.