Beau. Oh seruant, vertue strengthen me.
Thy presence blowes round my affections vane:
You will vndoe me, if you speake againe.
Exit Beaum.
Lilad. Aym. Heere will be sport for you. This workes.
Exeunt Lilad. Aym.
Nou. Peace, peace,
Pont. One word, my Lord Nouall.
Nou. What, thou wouldst mony; there. [335]
Pont. No, Ile none, Ile not be bought a slaue,
A Pander, or a Parasite, for all
Your fathers worth, though you haue sau’d my life,
Rescued me often from my wants, I must not
Winke at your follyes: that will ruine you. [340]
You know my blunt way, and my loue to truth:
Forsake the pursuit of this Ladies honour,
Now you doe see her made another mans,
And such a mans, so good, so popular,
Or you will plucke a thousand mischiefes on you. [345]
The benefits you haue done me, are not lost,
Nor cast away, they are purs’d heere in my heart,
But let me pay you, sir, a fayrer way
Then to defend your vices, or to sooth ’em.
Nou. Ha, ha, ha, what are my courses vnto thee? [350]
Good Cousin Pontalier, meddle with that
That shall concerne thyselfe.
Exit Nouall.