Rom. A weake excuse.
Beau. Those that are better seene, in what concernes
A Ladies honour and faire same, condemne it.
You waite well, in your absence, my Lords friend [270]
The vnderstanding, graue and wise Romont.
Rom. Must I be still her sport?
Beau. Reproue me for it.
And he has traueld to bring home a iudgement
Not to be contradicted. You will say
My father, that owes more to yeeres then he, [275]
Has brought me vp to musique, language, Courtship,
And I must vse them. True, but not t’offend,
Or render me suspected.
Roch. Does your fine story
Begin from this?
Beau. I thought a parting kisse
From young Nouall, would haue displeasd no more [280]
Then heretofore it hath done; but I finde
I must restrayne such fauours now; looke therefore
As you are carefull to continue mine,
That I no more be visited. Ile endure
The strictest course of life that iealousie [285]
Can thinke secure enough, ere my behauiour
Shall call my fame in question.
Rom. Ten dissemblers
Are in this subtile deuill. You beleeue this?
Roch. So farre that if you trouble me againe
With a report like this, I shall not onely [290]
Iudge you malicious in your disposition,
But study to repent what I haue done
To such a nature.
Rom. Why, ’tis exceeding well.
Roch. And for you, daughter, off with this, off with it:
I haue that confidence in your goodnesse, I, [295]
That I will not consent to haue you liue
Like to a Recluse in a cloyster: goe
Call in the gallants, let them make you merry,
Vse all fit liberty.