+Cle.+ Yes, dear Floriana; Yet neither danger to thy chastity, Nor blemish to thy fame: custom approves it. But I owe little to my memory, If I e'er saw him 'mong the greater ladies: Sure, he's some suburb-courtier. +Flo.+ He's noble, And hath a soul--a thing is question'd much In most of the gay youths whom you converse with. +Cle.+ But how disorderly his hair did hang. +Flo.+ Yet 'twas his own. +Cle.+ How ill turn'd up his beard; And for his clothes---- +Flo.+ Though not fresh every morning, Yet in the fashion. +Cle.+ Yes, i' th' sober fashion, Which courtiers wear who hope to be employ'd, And aim at business. But he's not genteel; Not discomposed enough to court a lady. +Flo.+ His thoughts are much more serious. +Cle.+ Guard me, Fortune! I would not have the court take notice that I walked one hour with that state-aphorism Each autumn to renew my youth. Let us Discourse with lords, whose heads and legs move more Than do their tongues, and to as good a sense; Who, snatching from my hand a glove, can sigh, And print a kiss, and then return it back; Who on my busk,[273] even with a pin, can write The anagram of my name, present it humbly, Fall back, and smile. +Flo.+ Cleantha, I perceive There is small hope of thy conversion; Thou art resolv'd to live in this heresy. +Cle.+ Yes; since 'tis the religion of our sex: Sweet Floriana, I will not yet suffer For unregarded truth court persecution. _Enter +Ossuna+ and +Oniate+, with divers +Soldiers+._ But what are they appear there? +Flo.+ We'll away. [_Exeunt +Floriana+ and +Cleantha+._ +Oss.+ This is the place for interview. You, who are Deputed for this service from the Lord Florentio, use such caution as befits Your charge. Howe'er, your general's person's safe, The Lord Decastro having pass'd his word. +Oni.+ Yet 'tis my wonder that Florentio, A soldier so exact, practis'd in all The mysteries of war and peace, should trust Himself, where th' enemies' faith must best secure him. +Oss.+ The great Decastro, sir, whom our late king Deputed regent at his death, and whom The kingdom judgeth fit to marry with His only heir the present queen (though she Disdain his love and our desires) hath proved To time and fortune that he fears no danger, But what may wound his honour. How can then Florentio (though he now sit down before Our city with so vast an army) choose A place for interview by art and nature So fortified, as where Decastro's faith Makes it impregnable?