And now forth with thy service to the Duchesse,[210]
As my long love will to Monsurries Countesse. Exit.
Buss. To whom my love hath long been vow'd in heart,
Although in hand, for shew, I held the Duchesse.
And now through bloud and vengeance, deeds of height,
And hard to be atchiev'd, tis fit I make215
Attempt of her perfection. I need feare
No check in his rivality, since her vertues
Are so renown'd, and hee of all dames hated. Exit.