Mar. You have felt both fortunes,
And in extreams, poor Lady; for young Perolot,
Being every way unable to maintain you,
Durst not make known his love to Friend or Father:
My Lord Lavall, being powerful, and you poor,
Will not acknowledge you.
Gab. No more: Let's in wench:
There let my Lute speak my Laments, they have t[ir]ed me. [Exeunt.
Enter two Courtiers.
1 Court. I grant, the Duke is wondrous provident
In his now planting for succession,
I know his care as honourable in the choice too.
Marines fair virtuous daughter; but what's all this?
To what end excellent arrives this travel,
When he that bears the main roof is so rotten?
2 Court. You have hit it now indeed: For if Fame lye not
He is untemperate.
1 Court. You express him poorly,
Too gentle Sir: the most deboist and barbarous;
Believe it, the most void of all humanity,
Howe'r his cunning, cloak it to his Uncle,
And those his pride depends upon.
[2] Court. I have heard too,
Given excessively to drink.
1 Court. Most certain,
And in that drink most dangerous: I speak these things
To one I know loves truth, and dares not wrong her.
2 Court. You may speak on.
1 Court. Uncertain as the Sea, Sir,
Proud and deceitful as his sins Great Master;
His appetite to Women (for there he carries
His main Sail spread) so boundles, and abominably,
That but to have her name by that tongue spoken,
Poisons the virtue of the purest Virgin.