_Olym._ Something there was, when I first look'd upon thee, Made me both like and love thee: now I know it; And you shall find that knowledge shall not hurt you: I hope ye are a Maid? _Alin._ I hope so too, Madam; I am sure for any man: and were I otherwise, Of all the services my hopes could point at, I durst not touch at yours. _Flourish. Enter Duke_, Burris, _and Gent._ _Pet._ The great Duke, Madam. _Duk._ Good morrow, Sister. _Olym._ A good day to your highness. _Duk._ I am come to pray you use no more perswasions For this old stubborn man: nay to command ye: His sail is swell'd too full: he is grown too insolent, Too self-affected, proud: those poor slight services He has done my Father, and my self, has blown him To such a pitch, he flyes to stoop our favours. _Olym._ I am sorry Sir: I ever thought those services Both great and noble. _Bur._ However, may it please ye But to consider 'em a true hearts Servants, Done out of faith to you, and not self-fame: Do but consider royal Sir, the dangers; When you have slept secure, the mid-night tempests, That as he marcht sung through his aged locks; When you have fed at full, the wants and famins; The fires of Heaven, when you have found all temperate, Death with his thousand doors-- _Duk._ I have consider'd; No more: and that I will have, shall be. _Olym._ For the best, I hope all still. _Duk._ What handsom wench is that there? _Olym._ My Servant, Sir. _Duk._ Prethee observe her _Burris_, Is she not wondrous handsom? speak thy freedom. _Bur._ She appears no less to me Sir. _Duk._ Of whence is she? _Ol._ Her Father I am told is a good Gentleman, But far off dwelling: her desire to serve me Brought her to th' Court, and here her friends have left her. _Du._ She may find better friends: Ye are welcom fair one, I have not seen a sweeter: By your Ladies leave: Nay stand up sweet, we'll have no superstition: You have got a Servant; you may use him kindly, And he may honour ye: [_Ex._ Duke _and_ Burris. Good morrow Sister. _Ol._ Good morrow to your Grace. How the wench blushes! How like an A[n]gel now she looks! _1 Wom._ At first jump Jump into the Dukes arms? we must look to you, Indeed we must, the next jump we are journeymen. _Pet._ I see the ruine of our hopes already, Would she were at home again, milking her Fathers Cows. _1 Wom._ I fear she'l milk all the great Courtiers first. _Olym._ This has not made ye proud? _Al._ No certain, Madam. _Olym._ It was the Duke that kist ye. _Al._ 'Twas your Brother, And therefore nothing can be meant but honour. _Ol._ But say he love ye? _Al._ That he may with safety: A Princes love extends to all his subjects. _Ol._ But say in more particular?