Thra. That man that would not stir with you,
To aid Philaster, let the gods forget,
That such a Creature walks upon the earth.
Cle. Philaster is too backward in't himself;
The Gentry do await it, and the people
Against their nature are all bent for him,
And like a field of standing Corn, that's mov'd
With a stiff gale, their heads bow all one way.
Di. The only cause that draws Philaster back
From this attempt, is the fair Princess love,
Which he admires and we can now confute.
Thra. Perhaps he'l not believe it.
Di. Why Gentlemen, 'tis without question so.
Cle. I 'tis past speech, she lives dishonestly. But how shall we, if he be curious, work Upon his faith?
Thra. We all are satisfied within our selves.
Di. Since it is true, and tends to his own good, I'le make this new report to be my knowledge, I'le say I know it, nay, I'le swear I saw it.
Cle. It will be best.
Thra. 'Twill move him.