_Leo._ Not only fail'd Sir Which is a curse in Love, and may he find it When his affections are full-wing'd, and ready To stoop upon the quarry, then when all His full hopes are in's arms: not only thus Sir But more injurious, faithless, treacherous, Within two daies fame gave him far remov'd With a new love, which much against my conscience But more against my cause, which is my hell I must confess a fair one, a right fair one, Indeed of admirable sweetness, Daughter Unto another of our noble neighbors The thief call'd _Theodosia_; whose perfections I am bound to ban for ever, curse to wrinckles, As heaven I hope will make 'em soon; and aches; For they have rob'd me poor unhappy wench Of all, of all Sir, all that was my glory And left me nothing but these tears, and travel: Upon this certain news, I quit my Father And if you be not milder in construction I fear mine honour too: and like a Page Stole to _Ossuna_, from that place to _Sivil_, From thence to _Barcelona_ I was travelling When you o'er-took my misery, in hope to hear of Gallies bound up for Italy; for never Will I leave off the search of this bad man This filcher of affections, this love-Pedler, Nor shall my curses cease to blast her beauties And make her name as w[a]ndring as her nature Till standing face to face before their lusts I call heavens justice down. _Theo._ This shows too angry Nor can it be her fault she is belov'd, If I give meat, must they that eat it surfeit? _Leoc._ She loves again Sir, there's the mischief of it And in despight of me to drown my blessings Which she shall dearly know. _Theo._ Ye are too violent. _Leoc._ She has Devils in her eyes, to whose devotion He offers all his service. _Theo._ Who can say But she may be forsaken too? he that once wanders From such a perfect sweetness, as you promise Has he not still the same rule to deceive? _Leoc._ No, no they are together, love together Past all deceipt of that side; sleep together, Live, and delight together, and such deceipt Give me in a wild desert. _Theo._ By your leave Lady I see no honour in this cunning. _Leoc._ Honour? True, none of her part, honour, she deserves none, 'Tis ceas'd with wandring Ladies such as she is, So bold and impudent. _Theo._ I could be angry Extreamly angry now beyond my nature And 'twere not for my pitty: what a man Is this to do these wrongs: believe me Lady I know the maid, and know she is not with him. _Leoc._ I would you knew she were in heaven. _Theo._ And so well know her That I think you are cozen'd. _Leoc._ So I say Sir. _Theo._ I mean in her behaviour For trust my faith so much I dare adventure for her credit She never yet delighted to do wrong.