Bau. I grieue for the distaste, though I haue manners,
Not to inquire the cause, falne out betweene
Your Lordship and Romont.
Cha. I loue a friend,
So long as he continues in the bounds
Prescrib’d by friendship, but when he vsurpes [5]
Too farre on what is proper to my selfe,
And puts the habit of a Gouernor on,
I must and will preserue my liberty.
But speake of something, else this is a theame
I take no pleasure in: what’s this Aymeire, [10]
Whose voyce for Song, and excellent knowledge in
The chiefest parts of Musique, you bestow
Such prayses on?
Bau. He is a Gentleman,
(For so his quality speakes him) well receiu’d
Among our greatest Gallants; but yet holds [15]
His maine dependance from the young Lord Nouall:
Some tricks and crotchets he has in his head,
As all Musicians haue, and more of him
I dare not author: but when you haue heard him,
I may presume, your Lordship so will like him, [20]
That you’l hereafter be a friend to Musique.
Cha. I neuer was an enemy to’t, Baumont,
Nor yet doe I subscribe to the opinion
Of those old Captaines, that thought nothing musicall,
But cries of yeelding enemies, neighing of horses, [25]
Clashing of armour, lowd shouts, drums, and trumpets:
Nor on the other side in fauour of it,
Affirme the world was made by musicall discord,
Or that the happinesse of our life consists
In a well varied note vpon the Lute: [30]
I loue it to the worth of it, and no further.
But let vs see this wonder.
Bau. He preuents
My calling of him.
Aym. Let the Coach be brought (Enter Aymiere.
To the backe gate, and serue the banquet vp:
My good Lord Charalois, I thinke my house [35]
Much honor’d in your presence.
Cha. To haue meanes
To know you better, sir, has brought me hither
A willing visitant, and you’l crowne my welcome
In making me a witnesse to your skill,
Which crediting from others I admire. [40]
Aym. Had I beene one houre sooner made acquainted
With your intent my Lord, you should haue found me
Better prouided: now such as it is,
Pray you grace with your acceptance.
Bau. You are modest.
Begin the last new ayre.
Cha. Shall we not see them? [45]