_Flav_. Faith, I like not this ods of female, an equallitie were better: yet of both twere fitter the woman should undergoe the oddes. I had rather a said three men to one woman, then two women to one man. Heeres _Tulley_ addrest to _Terentia, Terentia_ drawing neere to _Tulley_; her's smal comfot [_sic_] left for _Flavia_. Wel, gentles, ile leave ye to the Goddesse. So ho! my Lords, take me with ye. _Teren_. Nay stay, good _Flavia_. Youle not loose the sight of _Lentulus_. _Fla_. Nor you of _Tulley_; come, if you tel, ile blab. _Cice_. But, sweete Lady, _Tulley_ is not heere. _Fla_. But _Cicero_ is, his neere friend, thats as good. _Cice_. He was, Lady, till hee changed his habit by putting on the office of an unskillful Servingman, intending to garde _Terentia_ to her father's house. _Fla_. Then _Flavia_ must gard her self; wel use good words and good action, and stalke well before your Ladie; she's kinde, yfaith, and a little thing will please her. _Ter_. Will it please _Flavia_ to partake? _Fla_. Oh fye! twere an injurie I could [not] brook myself, therefore ile leave ye; but be breefe, stand not on pointes, cut them all first; & if ye fall to kissing, kisse not too long for feare ye kisse the post. _Teren_. Goe to, youle still be a wagge, _Flavia_. But what saies _Tulley_ to _Terentia_? [_Exit_[250] _Flavia_. _Cicero_. Lady I must maintain my former argument. _Tullie's_ not heere but heere is _Tullies_ friend; For, ere I speake, I must intreate you wil Transforme poore _Tulley_ into _Lentulus_. _Teren_. I have no power of Metamorphosing; If _Tulley_ be not heere, you must concede,[251] I cannot make of _Tulley Lentulus_. _Cice_. Nor can the world make _Cicero_ so worthy. Yet for an houre['s] discourse a Pesant's shape May represent the person of a king; Then in the person of the great _Lentulus_ I doe salute Sunne-bright _Terentia_. Lady, vouchsafe a Saint-like smile on him (From that angell forme) whose honord minde Lies prostrate lowly at _Terentia's_ feete; Who hath put off a Golden victors honour And left the _Parthyan_ spoyle to _Lepido_; Whome many Ladies have bedecked with favours Of rich esteeme, oh proud he deignd to weare them, Yet guiftes and givers hee did slight esteeme; For why? the purpose of his thoughts were bent To seek the love of faire _Terentia_. The cho[i]ce is such as choiser cannot bee Even with a nimble eye; his vertues through His smile is like the Meridian Sol Discern'd a dauncing in the burbling brook; His frowne out-dares the Austerest face Of warre or Tyranny to sease upon; His shape might force the Virgine huntresse With him for ever live a vestall life; His minde is virtues over-matcht, yet this And more shall dye if this and more want force To win the love of faire _Terentia_. Then, gentle Lady, give a gentle do[o]me; Never was brest the Land-lord to a heart More loving, faithful, or more loyall then is The brest of noble-- _Teren_. _Tullie_! _Tul_. _Lentulus_!