Mail. Of my soule,
Tis onely in my love to honour you
With what would grace the King: but since I see
You still sustaine a jealous eye on mee,5
Ile goe before.
Cler. Tis well; Ile come; my hand.
Mail. Your hand, sir! Come, your word; your choise be us'd. Exit.
Clermont solus.
Cler. I had an aversation to this voyage,
When first my brother mov'd it, and have found