_Alg._ He? good Gentleman, Let him perplex himself with prying into The measures in the market, and th'abuses The day stands guilty of: the pillage of the night Is only mine, mine own fee simple; Which you shall hold from me, tenants at will, And pay no rent for't. _Pach._ Admirable Landlord. _Alg._ Now we'll go search the Taverns, commit such As we find drinking: and be drunk our selves With what we take from them: these silly wretches Whom I for form sake only have brought hither Shall watch without, and guard us. _Assist._ And we will See you safe lodg'd, most worthy _Alguazier_, With all of you his comrads. _Met._ 'Tis the Governor. _Alg._ We are betray'd? _Assist._ My guard there; bind them fast: How men in high place and authority Are in their lives and estimations wrong'd By their subordinate Ministers! yet such They cannot but imploy: wrong'd justice finding Scarce one true servant in ten officers. 'T'expostulate with you, were but to delay Your crimes due punishment, which shall fall upon you So speedily, and severely, that it shall Fright others by th'example: and confirm How ever corrupt Officers may disgrace Themselves, 'tis not in them to wrong their place Bring them away. _Alg._ We'll suffer nobly yet, And like to _Spanish_ Gallants. _Pach._ And we'll hang so. _Laz._ I have no stomach to it: but I'll endeavor. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Quarta._ _Enter_ Lucio, _and_ Genevora. _Gen._ Nay you are rude; pray you forbear, you offer now More than the breeding of a Gentleman Can give you warrant for. _Luc._ 'Tis but to kiss you, And think not I'll receive that for a favour Which was enjoyn'd me for a pennance, Lady. _Gen._ You have met a gentle confessor, and for once (So then you will rest satisfied) I vouchsafe it. _Luc._ Rest satisfied with a kiss? why can a man Desire more from a woman? is there any Pleasure beyond it? may I never live If I know what it is. _Gen._ Sweet Innocence. _Luc._ What strange new motions do I feel? my veins Burn with an unknown fire: in every part I suffer alteration: I am poyson'd, Yet languish with desire again to tast it, So sweetly it works on me. _Gen._ I ne'r saw A lovely man, till now. _Luc._ How can this be? She is a woman, as my mother is, And her I have kiss'd often, and brought off My lips unscortch'd; yours are more lovely, Lady, And so should be less hurtful: pray you vouchsafe Your hand to quench the heat tane from your Lip, Perhaps that may restore me. _Gen._ Willingly. _Luc._ The flame increases: if to touch you, burn thus, What would more strict embraces do? I know not, And yet methinks to die so, were to ascend To heaven, through Paradise.