_Duke of Saxonie_. _Fredericke_ his sonne. _Hatto_, | Brothers to the Duke. _Al[f]rid_, | _Montano_, kinsman to the Duke. _Euphrata_, daughter to the Duke. _Constantine_, a lover of _Euphrata_. _Otho_, a friend to _Constantine_. _Alberto_, | Two Lords. _Reynaldo_, | _Vandermas_, a Pander. _Valentia_, the Costly _Whore_. _Julia_, a Gentlewoman to _Euphrata_. _Two Maides_. _Petitioners_. _Beggers_. _Servants_. THE COSTLY _WHORE_. [_Act the First_.] [SCENE 1.] _Enter Constantine and Otho_. _Constantine_. How do'st thou like the lovely _Euphrata_? _Otho_. I did not marke her. _Const_. Then thou didst not marke The fairest _Saxon_ Lady in mine eye That ever breath'd a maid. _Otho_. Your minde now knowne, Ile say shee is the fairest in the world, Were she the foulest. _Con_. Then thou canst dissemble. _Otho_. You know I cannot; but, deare _Constantine_, I prethee tell me first, what is that Ladie, That wonder of her sexe, cal'd _Euphrata_? Whose daughter is she? _Const_. I cannot blame thee, _Otho_, Though thou be ignorant of her high worth, Since here in _Saxon_ we are strangers both; But if thou cal'st to minde why we left _Meath_, Reade the trice[162] reason in that Ladies eye, Daughter unto the Duke of _Saxonie_, Shee unto whom so many worthy Lords Vail'd Bonnet when she past the Triangle, Making the pavement Ivory where she trode. _Otho_. She that so lightly toucht the marble path That leadeth from the Temple to the presence? _Const_. The same. _Otho_. Why, that was white before, White Marble, _Constantine_, whiter by odds Then that which lovers terme the Ivory hand, Nay then the Lillie whitenesse of her face. _Con_. Come, thou art a cavilling companion: Because thou seest my heart is drown'd in love, Thou wilt drowne me too. I say the Ladie's faire; I say I love her, and in that more faire; I say she loves me, and in that most faire; Love doth attribute in Hyperbolies Unto his Mistris the creation Of every excellence, because in her His eies do dreame of perfect excellence.-- And here she comes; observe her, gentle friend. [_Enter Euphrata_. _Euph_. Welcome, sweet _Constantine_. _Con_. My _Euphrata_. _Euph_. Thy _Euphrata_, be thou my _Constantine_. But what is he? a stranger, or thy friend? _Con_. My second selfe, my second _Euphrata_. If thou beest mine, salute her, gentle _Otho_. _Otho_. An humble and a true devoted heart I tender to you in a mindes chast kisse. _Euph_. Welcome to me, since welcome to my friend. _Otho_.--A beautiful, an admirable Ladie! I thinke 'tis fatall unto every friend Never to love, untill his friend first love, And then his choice; but sooner will I teare Out of this brest mine affection with my heart. _Euph_. Hearing, sweet _Constantine_, thou wert so nere me, I came as I were winged to gaze on thee.