_Lent_. How well thy power can shun that which I followe with obedience. Too true yfaith; Thou mightst as well put out the eie of day, Or cover sinne from heaven, or to erect A towre of sand on the uncertain surge, Or any thing that were more inficient, Then to remoove one doting thought of mine From her disdain. Thy aide, deere _Tulley_, Be thou an Orratour for _Lentulus_, My tongue stands tun[è]d to a harsher method; Breath in her eares, those Organs of receite, A quintessence distild of honny words, And charme with a beguiling lullabye Her free consent to thine and my request: Which done, thats done which is my sole delight, Which done, thats done that I can never quite. _Tull_. All which to me are problematique mines, Obscurde inigmaes, and to my studies Incognite Language; yet, if my powers Have power to cloath my tongue in love, Ile be a Lover and in love so pleade As if that _Tully_ loved _Terentia_. _Lent_. Thanks, sweete _Cicero_; This day we dine with olde _Flaminius_, The forward Father of my Aukeward love. His willing minde doth strive to make the peace Betwixt our discord thoughts; his free consent Is given to _Lentulus_; there, _Tulley_, take on holde, And, when a Sunne of thy intent shines fayre, Onset loves fort with polliticke assaults And conquer; conquest in obtaining that Where victors are repulsed. But see! our talke Hath over-tane our way; see, olde _Flaminius_ Comes to welcome us. With him a looke like[248] the bright orient verge At the uprising of _Auroraes_ shine. _Enter Flaminius, Terentia, and Flavia_. _Flam_. And, my good Lorde, y'are happily met. Heartily welcome; young _Tullie_, welcome to; yee come wel to ease my charge, these Ladies find fault with their Guardian, I goe too softly for them: old blood is stiffe, & young Ladies will not beare with age; I resigne, I resigne, to you that followe. _Lent_. If they admit us for their Guardian, Weele dare dangers ere we part from them. _Flam_. Why well saide, my Lords, Soldiers will not flye indeede; I have seene the day, I could have crackt a tree of yew, made my bowstring whisper in mine eare in[249] the twang, tost my pike lustilye. Tis since the siedge of _Parthia_: bith-'mas a great while; I was lustie then at the service was done there, yet I love the discourse. Come my Lord, I chuse your companye, leave _Tulley_ to the Ladies; he can tell them tales of _Venus_ and _Adonis_ and that best pleaseth them. Now I must heere of raps and blowes, and Bils and Guns, and swords and bucklers. I loved it once; come, our Cookes are backeward, discourse will beget stomacks; y'are like to tarrie long for leane Cates. [_Exit_. _Lent_. Now, gentle _Tulley_, advocate my suite; Her fore-amazing person makes me mute. _Cicero_. He beare these Ladies company if they Shall deeme acceptance. [_Exit_. _Teren_. With interest of thankes to Cicero.