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.