Actus Primus. Scæna Prima.
Enter Duke of Millain, Arrigo, Lucio, and two Courtiers.
Tis now the sweetest time for sleep, the night is scarce
spent; Arrigo, what's a clock?
Arri. Past four.
Duke. Is it so much, and yet the morn not up?
See yonder where the shamefac'd Maiden comes
Into our sight, how gently doth she slide,
Hiding her chaste cheeks, like a modest Bride,
With a red veil of blushes; as [is] she,
Even such all modest virtuous Women be.
Why thinks your Lordship I am up so soon?
Lucio. About some weighty State plot.
Duke. And what thinks your knighthood of it?
Arr. I do think to cure some strange corruptions in the Common-wealth.
Duke. Y'are well conceited of your selves to think
I chuse you out to bear me company
In such affairs and business of state:
For am not I a pattern for all Princes,
That break my soft sleep for my subjects good?
Am I not careful? very provident?
Luc. Your Grace is careful.