_Seb._ 'Tis she sure. _Cur._ 'Tis certainly. _Ped._ Ha! do I dazel? _Rod._ 'Tis the fair _Alinda_. _Gov._ What wonder stand these strangers in? _Rod._ Her woman by her. The same Sir, as I live. _Alph._ I had a Daughter, With such a face once: such eyes and nose too, Ha, let me see, 'tis wondrous like _Alinda_, Their devotion ended, I'le mark 'em and nearer. And she had a Filly that waited on her, Just with such a favour: Do they keep Goats now? Alin. _Thus we kneel, and thus we pray_ _A happy honour to this day,_ _Thus our Sacrifice we bring_ _Ever happy to the King._ Jul. _These of Purple, Damask green_ _Sacred to the vertuous Queen_ _Here we hang._ Alin. _As these are now_ _Her glories ever spring, and show._ _These for our selves: our hopes, and loves,_ _Full of pinks, and Ladies gloves,_ _Of hearts-ease too, which we would fain_ _As we labour for, attain;_ _Hear me Heaven, and as I bend,_ _Full of hope, some comfort send._ Jul. _Hear her: hear her: if there be_ [Musick. _A spotless Sweetness, this is she._ _Ped._ Now _Roderigo_ stand. _Rod._ He that divides ye Divides my life too. _Gov. Pedro_, Noble _Pedro_, Do not you know your friend? _Ped._ I know, and honour ye. _Gov._ Lady this leave I'le crave, pray be not angry, I will not long divide you: how happy, _Pedro_, Would all the court be now, might they behold thee? Might they but see you thus, and thus embrace you? The King will be a joyfull man believe it, Most joyfull, _Pedro_. _Ped._ I am his humble Servant. Nay, good Sir, speak your will, I see you wonder, one easie word from you-- _Alph._ I dare say nothing; My tongue's a new tongue Sir, and knows his tither, Let her do what she please, I dare do nothing, I have been damn'd for doing, will the King know him? That fellow there, will he respect and honour him? He has been look'd upon they say: will he own him? _Gov._ Yes certainly and grace him, ever honour him, Restore him every way, he has much lamented him. _Alp._ Is't your will too? this is the last time of asking. _Rod._ I am sure, none else shall touch her, none else enjoy her. If this, and this hold. _Al._ You had best begin the game then, I have no title in her, Pray take her, and dispatch her, and commend me to her, And let me get me home, and hope I am sober: Kiss, kiss, it must be thus: stand up _Alinda_, I am the more child, and more need of blessing. Ye had a waiting woman, one _Juletta_, A pretty desperate thing, just such another As this sweet Lady; we call'd her nimble chaps. I pray is this the party?