Valen. Sir, you are welcome what so ere you be; I guesse your birth great by your bounteous fee.
Duke. Your humble servant, bound by a sweet kisse.
Valen. I give you freedome, gentle Sir, by this. [He whispers her. I know your mind; first censure of the sport, Then you and I will enter Venus Court.
Duke. More then immortall, O more then divine, That such perfection, should turne Concubine.
Mon. That voice is like unto the Saxon Dukes. I feare he hath heard I liv'd here in this place, And he is come to doe me more disgrace. Montano, hide thyself till he be gone; His daughter thirsts for my destruction. [Exit Mont.
Val. Come sit by me, the Maskers are at hand.
Enter Maske.
Where are my Maides, to helpe to make the dance?
_Enter 2 Maids.
They dance, Valentia with them; they whisper to have her play at dice and stake on the drum_.