_Lev._ It seems so, Sir: I do not come to woo for her, Or sing her praises, though she well deserve 'em, I come to tell ye, ye have been cruel to her, Unkind and cruel, falser of faith, and careless, Taking more pleasure in abusing her, Wresting her honour to your wild disposes, Than noble in requiting her affection: Which, as ye are a man, I must desire ye (A Gentleman of rank) not to persist in, No more to load her fair name with your injuries. _Mir._ Why, I beseech ye, Sir? _Lev._ Good Sir, I'le tell ye, And I'le be short: I'le tell ye, because I love ye, Because I would have you shun the shame may follow: There is a noble man, new come to Town, Sir, A noble and a great man that affects her, A Cou[n]trey-man of mine, a brave _Savoyan_, Nephew to th'Duke, and so much honours her, That 'twill be dangerous to pursue your old way, To touch at any thing concerns her honour, Believe, most dangerous: her name is _Oriana_, And this great man will marry her: take heed, Sir; For howsoe'r her Brother, a staid Gentleman, Lets things pass upon better hopes, this Lord, Sir, Is of that fiery, and that poynant metal, (Especially provok'd on by affection) That 'twill be hard: but you are wise. _Mir._ A Lord, Sir? _Lev._ Yes, and a noble Lord. _Mir._ 'Send her good fortune, This will not stir her Lord; a Barronness, Say ye so; say ye so? by'r Lady, a brave title; Top, and top gallant now; 'save her great Ladiship. I was a poor servant of hers, I must confess, Sir, And in those daies, I thought I might be jovy, And make a little bold to call into her: But Basto, now; I know my rules and distance; Yet, if she want an Usher; such an implement; One that is throughly pac'd; a clean made Gentleman; Can hold a hanging up; with approbation Plant his hat formally, and wait with patience I do beseech you, Sir. _Lev._ Sir, leave your scoffing; And as ye are a Gentleman, deal fairly: I have given ye a friends counsel, so I'le leave ye. _Mir._ But hark ye, hark ye, Sir; is't possible I may believe what you say? _Lev._ You may chuse, Sir. _Mir._ No Baits? No Fish-hooks, Sir? No Gins? No Nooses? No Pitfals to catch Puppies? _Lev._ I tell ye certain; You may believe; if not, stand to the danger. [_Exeunt._ _Mir._ A Lord of _Savoy_ saies he? The Dukes Nephew? A man so mighty? By 'Lady a fair marriage; By my faith, a handsom fortune: I must leave prating; For to confess the truth, I have abused her, For which I should be sorry, but that will seem scurvy; I must confess, she was ever since I knew her As modest, as she was fair: I am sure she lov'd me; Her means good; and her breeding excellent; And for my sake she has refus'd fair matches: I may play the fool finely. Stay who are these?