Duke. Confound both thee and it: hence break it off;
He hates me brings me news of any pleasure:
I felt not such a conflict since I cou'd;
Distinguish betwixt worthiness and bloud. [Ex.
Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.
Enter the two Brothers, 1 Gentleman, with those that were the Masquers, and the Cupid.
1 Gent. I heartily commend your project, Gentlemen,
'Twas wise and virtuous.
1 Bro. 'Twas for the safety
Of precious honour Sir, which near bloud binds us to:
He promis'd the poor easie fool there, marriage,
There was a good Maiden-head lost i'th' belief on't,
Beshrew her hasty confidence.
1 Gent. Oh no more, Sir,
You make her weep agen; alas poor Cupid:
Shall she not shift her self?
1 Bro. Oh by no means Sir:
We dare not have her seen yet, all the while
She keeps this shape, 'tis but thought device,
And she may follow him so without suspition,
To see if she can draw all his wild passions,
To one point only, and that's love, the main point:
So far his Highness grants, and gave at first,
Large approbation to the quick conceit,
Which then was quick indeed.
1 Gent. You make her blush insooth.
1 Bro. I fear 'tis more the flag of shame, than grace Sir.