Lang. Fie, fie, fie! these carnal kisses do stir up the concupiscences of the flesh.
Enter Belforest and Levidulcia.
Lev. O! here's your daughter under her servant's lips.
Charl. Madam, there is no cause you should mistrust
The kiss I gave; 'twas but a parting one.
Lev. A lusty blood! Now by the lip of love,
Were I to choose your joining one for me—
Bel. Your father stays to bring you on the way.
Farewell. The great commander of the war
Prosper the course you undertake! Farewell.
Charl. My lord, I humbly take my leave.—Madam,
I kiss your hand.—And your sweet lip.—[To Castabella.] Farewell.
[Exeunt Belforest, Levidulcia, and Castabella.
Her power to speak is perished in her tears.
Something within me would persuade my stay,
But reputation will not yield unto't.
Dear sir, you are the man whose honest trust
My confidence hath chosen for my friend.
I fear my absence will discomfort her.
You have the power and opportunity
To moderate her passion. Let her grief
Receive that friendship from you, and your love
Shall not repent itself of courtesy.
Lang. Sir, I want words and protestation to insinuate into your credit; but in plainness and truth, I will qualify her grief with the spirit of consolation.
Charl. Sir, I will take your friendship up at use,
And fear not that your profit shall be small;
Your interest shall exceed your principal. [Exit.
Re-enter D'Amville with Borachio.
D'Am. Monsieur Languebeau! happily encountered. The honesty of your conversation makes me request more interest in your familiarity.
Lang. If your lordship will be pleased to salute me without ceremony, I shall be willing to exchange my service for your favour; but this worshipping kind of entertainment is a superstitious vanity; in plainness and truth, I love it not.
D'Am. I embrace your disposition, and desire to give you as liberal assurance of my love as my Lord Belforest, your deserved favourer.
Lang. His lordship is pleased with my plainness and truth of conversation.