_Alg._ Your Cuz (good cosin?) A whore is like a fool, a kin to all The gallants in the Town: Your [C]uz, good Signior, Is gone abroad; Sir, with her other Cosin, My Lord _Vitelli_: since when there hath been Some dozen Cosins here to enquire for her. _Pio._ She's greatly ally'd Sir. _Alg._ Marry is she, Sir, Come of a lusty kindred: the truth is, I must connive no more: no more admittance Must I consent to; my good Lord has threatned me, And you must pardon. _Pio._ Out upon thee man, Turn honest in thine age? one foot i'th' grave? Thou shalt not wrong thy self so, for a million: Look, thou three-headed _Cerberus_ (for wit I mean) here is one sop, and two, and three, For every chop a bit. _Alg._ I marry Sir: Well, the poor heart loves you but too well. We have been talking on you 'faith this hour: Where, what I said, goe too: she loves your valour; Oh, and your Musick most abominably: She is within Sir, and alone: what mean you? _Pio._ That is your Sergeants side, I take it Sir; Now I endure your Constables much better; There is less danger in't: for one you know Is a tame harmless monster in the light, The Sergeant salvage both by day, and night. _Alg._ I'll call her to you for that. _Pio._ No, I will charm her. _Enter_ Malroda. _Alg._ She's come. _Pio._ My Spirit. _Mal._ Oh my Sweet, Leap hearts to lips, and in our kisses meet. SONG. _Pio. Turn, turn thy beauteous face away._ _How pale and sickly looks the day,_ _In emulation of thy brighter beams!_ _Oh envious light, fli, flie, begone,_ _Come night, and piece two breasts as one;_ _When what love does, we will repeat in dreams._ _Yet (thy eyes open) who can day hence fright,_ _Let but their Lids fall, and it will be night._ _Alg._ Well, I will leave you to your fortitude; And you to temperance: ah, ye pretty pair, 'Twere sin to sunder you. Lovers being alone Make one of two, and day and [n]ight all one. But fall not out, I charge you, keep the peace; You know my place else. [_Exit._ _Mal._ No, you will not marry: You are a Courtier, and can sing (my Love) And want no Mistrisses: but yet I care not, I'll love you still; and when I am dead for you, Then you'll believe my truth. _Pio._ You kill me (fair) It is my lesson that you speak: have I In any circumstance deserv'd this doubt? I am not like your false and perjur'd Don That here maintains you, and has vow'd his faith, And yet attempts in way of marriage A Lady not far off. _Mal._ How's that? _Pio._ 'Tis so: And therefore Mistriss, now the time is come You may demand his promise; and I swear To marry you with speed.