+Cle.+ Sir, take heed. Hope not to win my favour by extolling What in our better thoughts we ourselves condemn. I am so wearied out with vows and oaths, With impious praises and most tedious flattery, That nothing but plain-speaking truth can gain On my affection. +Oni.+ Madam, your affection? +Cle.+ Pray, sir, do not comment upon the word; It doth portend no danger to you. +Oni.+ And if it did, where's the beatitude? For though I grant your virtues great as beauty Can entertain, and foolish I resolv'd To captivate my stock of life t' a woman, Yet would I not adventure on you, if You did not vow to perform articles. +Cle.+ Suppose the business come to articles? +Oni.+ I' th' first then, you should covenant love; not squinting On every finer youth or greater lord, But looking straight on me. +Cle.+ To the second, sir. +Oni.+ No dotage on the court, so far that my Estate must rue it; and no vanity Be started up, but my fond lady must Be melancholy, and take physic till She get into it. +Cle.+ Why, you envy then Us our own trouble; keep us from the expense, And leave us to our discontent for penance. +Oni.+ No! I would have the mind serene: without All passion, though a masque should be presented, And you i' th' country. I must have you wise, To know your beauty mortal, which you must Preserve to warm my eye, not aid by arts, To keep the courtier's wit in exercise. From his so practis'd flattery your ear Must turn with a brave scorn; and when his eye Doth offer parley, seem so ignorant As not to understand the language. +Cle.+ Sir, You haply will debar us our she-friends too? +Oni.+ As secret enemies, who'll first betray you. +Cle.+ You'll not allow us, wearied of our husbands, To send them on discovery of new worlds? Or if we take a toy ourselves to travel, Perhaps to Barbary or Tartary, Or the remotest parts? +Oni.+ To Bedlam sooner. +Cle.+ Or, if our sex should warrant it by custom, To play at tennis, or run at the ring, Or any other martial exercise: I fear me, scrupulous sir, you will condemn it As dangerous to my honour? +Oni.+ Sure, I should. +Cle.+ I then perceive small hope of our agreement. +Oni.+ But I a confidence; for I discern How much you loathe these follies you pretend. +Cle.+ Good sir, no more of this so kind mistake; You'll find some other lady more deserves it, And I aspire not to the honour. Oni. I'll try yet farther. [_Exeunt +Oniate+ and +Cleantha+._ _Enter +Lerma+ and +Velasco+._ +Ler.+ My lord, you offer nobly.