Epi. My Lord, your Lady and her most beauteous daughter Are come to visit you, and here attend.
Belliz. My Wife and Daughter? oh welcome, love, And blessing Crowne thee, my beloved Bellina.
Vict. My Lord, pray leave us.
Epi. Your will be your owne Law. [Exit Epidoph.
Vict. Why study you, my Lord? why is your eye fixt On your Bellina more than on me?
Belliz. Good, excellent good:
What pretty showes our fancies represent us!
My faire Bellina shines like to an Angel;
Has such a brightnesse in her Christall eyes
That even the radiancy duls my sight.
See, my Victoria, lookes she not sweetly?
Vict. Shee does, my Lord; but not much better than she was wont.
Belliz. Oh shee but beginnes to shine as yet, But will I hope ere long be stellified. Alas, my Victoria, thou look'st nothing like her.
Vict. Not like her? why, my Lord?
Belliz. Marke and Ile tell thee how:
Thou art too much o'er growne with sinne and shame,
Hast pray'd too much, offered too much devotion
To him and those that can nor helpe nor hurt,
Which my Bellina has not:
Her yeares in sinne are not, as thine are, old;
Therefore me thinks she's fairer farre than thou.