+Samp.+ She has no blood. From her first, an honest Tradesman's wife, who left her very rich and Handsome, the duke (as he still keeps a Kennel for that purpose) had her presented To him for his game; remov'd her from the Cuckoo's nest into another sphere; but with all Caution and private sleight; and you must Imagine, now she spreads a larger wing; Stirs not abroad, but studded like the night With flames; and at length becomes the court's Discourse and wonder; but still keeps[28] the Country her retiring place. +Pir.+ Unknown! +Samp.+ Or unsuspected, as the duke's instruments dealt it; And the young Henrique being in those parts With our king's brother for sport, casually (as 'twas plotted) Visits her house, falls in love, and marries her. This Is the epitome. +Pir.+ I hope the Duke Bereo had no dull hand in't. +Samp.+ 'Tis thought (only by me, sir,) [he] keeps his Acquaintance to this day. + Pir.+ It must be fatally answer'd somewhere; Heaven has a justice. +Samp.+ The preparation makes huge noise. +Pir.+ 'Tis well the king's a guest; their triumph Might miscarry else. +Samp.+ The king gives her in church. Methinks The Count de Flame must needs be all a-flame at it: And I believe, sir, your affront bleeds freshly in him. +Pir.+ It must be put to an account somewhere. +Samp.+ To return his challenge and honour with such a scorn Must work such a spirit to high extremes. +Pir.+ The saddest story is his sister. +Samp.+ A rose new-blown, and flung aside to wither in Her sweets! Poor innocence! that has much chang'd My opinion of Dessandro. +Pir.+ His resolution and ambition are like vast trees, Whose spreading tops hide their own roots From the kind sun. +Samp.+ Let out unto so vast a pride, as shades all his natural Virtues, or makes 'em grow up rank and sour. The event will tell us all. +Pir.+ I wish it without blood. Your lordship's for the solemnity? +Samp.+ My attendance ties me to his majesty's person. +Pir.+ My best wishes to your lordship. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [26] [The common saying is, "There are more ways to the wood than one."] [27] [Plaintiff and defendant.] [28] [Old copy, _kept_.] ACTUS QUARTUS, SCENA PRIMA. _Loud Music._ _Enter the +King+, +Cardinal+, +Duke+, +Duchess+, +Dessandro+, +De Castro+, +Sampayo+, ladies bearing up her train, voices, lutes: they pass over._ _Manent +De Loome+ and +La Gitterne+._ +De L.+ So by this time the confines ring Of our great solemnity. +La G.+ She became his hand bravely, and with so skilful a brow, As if the first fruits of her honour were to be gathered yet. +De L.+ Our duke will lick his lips at this night's sport. +La G.+ And wind her up for him, 'twill go hard else.