The Lady Lentulus at her window.
Lady Len. Who speaks in music to us?
Men. Sweet, ’tis I. Boy, leave me and to bed.
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Lady Len. I thank you for your music; now, good-night.
Men. Leave not the world yet, Queen of Chastity;
Keep promise with thy love Endymion,
And let me meet thee there on Latmus’ top. 20
’Tis I, whose virtuous hopes are firmly fix’d
On the fruition of thy chaste vow’d love.
Lady Len. My lord,
Your honour made me promise you ascent
Into my house, since my vow barr’d my doors,
By some wit’s engine made for theft and lust;
Yet for your honour, and my humble fame,
Check your blood’s passions, and return, dear lord.
Suspicion is a dog that still doth bite
Without a cause: this act gives food to envy; 30
Swoll’n big, it bursts, and poisons our clear flames.
Men. Envy is stingless when she looks on thee.
Lady Len. Envy is blind, my lord, and cannot see.
Men. If you break promise, fair, you break my heart.