VOT. You shall stand here, my lord, unseen, And hear all; do I deal now like a right Friend with you? ANS. Like a most faithful. VOT. You shall have her mind, e'en as it comes to me, Though I undo her by't; your friendship, sir, Is the sweet mistress that I only serve; I prize the roughness of a man's embrace Before the soft lips of a hundred ladies. ANS. And that's an honest mind of thee. VOT. Lock yourself, sir, Into that closet, and be sure none see you. Trust not a creature; we'll have all round clear, E'en as the heart affords it. ANS. 'Tis a match, sir. [_Exit._ VOT. Troth, he says true then, 'tis a match indeed. He does not know the strength of his own words; For, if he did, there were no masering on him. He's cleft the pin in two with a blind man's eyes; Though I shoot wide, I'll cosen him of the game.[473] [_Exit._ _Enter_ LEONELLA _above in a gallery, with her lover_ BELLARIUS. LEO. Dost thou see thine enemy walk? BEL. I would I did not. LEO. Prythee, rest quiet, man; I have fee'd one for him, A trusty catchpole, too, that will be sure of him; Thou know'st this gallery? well, 'tis at thy use now, 'T 'as been at mine full often; thou may'st sit Like a most private gallant in yon corner For all the play, and ne'er be seen thyself. BEL. Therefore I chose it. LEO. Thou shalt see my lady Play her part naturally--more to the life Than she's aware on. BEL. Then must I be pleased. Thou'rt one of the actors: thou'lt be miss'd anon. LEO. Alas! a woman's action's always ready; Yet I'll down, now I think on't. BEL. Do: 'tis time, i' faith. [LEONELLA _descends_. ANS. I know not yet, where I should plant belief: I am so strangely toss'd between two tales. I'm told by my wife's woman the deed's done, And in Votarius' tongue 'tis yet to come. The castle is but upon yielding yet, 'Tis not deliver'd up. Well, we shall find The mystery shortly; I will entertain The patience of a prisoner i' th' meantime. [_Locks himself in._ _Enter_ ANSELMUS' _Lady, with_ LEONELLA. WIFE. Is all set ready, wench? LEO. Push! madam! all. WIFE. Tell not me so; she lives not for a lady, That has less peace than I. LEO. Nay, good sweet madam. You would not think how much this passion alters you; It drinks up all the beauty of your cheek. I promise you, madam, you have lost much blood. WIFE. Let it draw death upon me, for till then I shall be mistress of no true content: Who could endure hourly temptation, And bear it as I do? LEO. Nay, that's most certain: Unless it were myself again: I can do't, I suffer the like daily; you should complain, madam.