_Con_. I, gracious Lord; and when I gave the charge, A sudden feare, by palenesse, was displai'd Upon her rosie cheeke; the crimson blood, That like a robe of state did beautifie The goodly buildings with a two fold grace, From either side shrunke downewards to her heart As if those summons were an adversarie And had some mighty crime to charge her with. Millions of thoughts were crowded in her braines: Her troubled minde her abrupt words describ'd; She did accuse her selfe without accusers, And in the terrour of a soule perplext Cry'd out, 'the Duke intends to cease my goods Cause I am noted for a Concubine.' I did replie such comfort as beseemes, But comfortlesse I brought her to the Court. _Duke_. Then she attends our pleasure. _Con_. Mightie Lord, In the next Roome. _Duke_. You are careful, _Constantine_. Conduct her in, and, Lords, give mee your thoughts: What thinke ye wee intend to _Valentia_? _Alf_. Her selfe hath read my sentence in the speech That _Constantine_ delivered to your grace. _Fred_. What should my noble father thinke But that she is a strumpet, and in that A blemish to the state wherein she lives? _Hat_. She is rich in jewells, and hath store of treasure Got by the slavery of that choice beautie Which otherwise admires her to the world. _Alb_. Confiscate all her goods unto the Crown, Thereby disburdening many heavie taxes Impos'd upon the commons of the land. _Hat_. Publique example make her to all such; Offences in that kind are growne too common, Lesse shamelesse never[190] were the beautious dames Of _Meath_ and _Saxony_ then[191] the sufferance Hath at this instant made them: good my Lord, Enact some mighty penaltie for lust. _Duke_. How wide these Archers shoote of the faire aime Of my affection! Bring _Valentia_ in. _Enter Valentia, usher'd by Constantine_. _Valen_. The duetie that in generall I doe owe Unto your excellence and to this Court, I pay at once upon my bended knee. _Duke_. Behold her, Princes, with impartiall eyes, And tell me, looks she not exceeding faire? _Hat_. If that her mind coher'd with her faire face, Shee were the worthy wonder of this age. _Alfred_. I never saw a beautie more divine Grossely deform'd by her notorious lust. _Fred_. Fairnesse and wantonnesse have made a match To dwell together, and the worst spoyles both. _Albert_. Shee is doubly excellent in sin and beauty. _Duke_. That they speake truth my conscience speaks, But that I love her that I speak my self. Stand up, divine deformitie of nature, Beautious corruption, heavenly see[m]ing evill, What's excellent in good and bad, stand up; And in this Chaire, prepared for a Duke, Sit, my bright Dutchesse, I command thee, sit. You looke, I am sure, for some apologie In this rash action; all that I can say Is that I love her, and wil marry her. _Fred_. How, love a _Lais_, a base _Rodophe_, Whose body is as common as the sea In the receipt of every lustfull spring?