_Sil._ To your keeping only? none else to look upon her? None but _Bartello_ worthy her attendance? No faith but his to serve her? Oh _Belvidere_, Thou Saint to whom my youth is sacrific'd, Thou point to which my life turns, and my fortune, Art thou lock'd from me now? from all my comforts, Art thou snatch'd violently? thou hear'st me not, Nor canst thou see (fair soul) thy servants mournings, Yet let thy gentle heart feel what his absence, The great divorse of minds so truly loving, So long, and nurs'd in one affection Even from our infant eyes, suck'd in and nourish'd: Oh let it feel but that, and there stand constant And I am blest. My dear Aunt _Rodope_, That is her Governess, did love me dearly, There's one hope yet to see her: when he is absent It may be ventur'd, and she may work it closely: I know the Ladies will goe equal with me, And so the danger of the Edict avoided; Let me think more, for I must try all hazards. _Enter_ Claudio _and_ Soto. _Soto._ Will ye go yonder, Sir? _Cla._ Yes marry will I Sir. _Soto._ And by this Ladder? _Cla._ By that Ladder, coxcombe. _Soto._ Have ye any more necks at home when this is broken, For this will crack with the best friend he has Sir? Or can you pitch of all four, like an Ape now? Let me see you tumble. _Cla._ You are very pleasant Sir. _Soto._ No truly Sir, I should be loath to see ye Come fluttering down like a young Rook, cry squab, And take ye up with your brains beaten into your buttocks. _Cla._ Hold your peace Asse: who's this stands musing here? _Sylvio?_ _Sil._ Who calls me? _Cla._ One most glad to see you Sir. _Sil._ My dearest _Claudio_? what make you thus private, And with a preparation of this nature? _Soto._ We have leave to play, and are going to climb Birds nests. _Sil._ Prethee what is it friend? why start ye from me? Is your old Mistriss grown so coy and cruel, She must be scal'd? it seems you are loath to tell me, Since twenty years continuance of our friendship May not be worth the weight of such a secret, 'Twill be but rude to aske again: save ye. _Cla._ Nay stay, dear _Silvio_, if you love me take it: For till you know it, never woman labour'd As I do now. _Sil._ I'll doe my best to ease it. _Cla._ You have heard the Lady _Belvidere_-- _Sil._ What heard Sir? _Cla._ Heard to the Cittadel, upon some fears She is confin'd. _Sil._ Why dreams he on this beauty? 'Tis true, I have heard it. _Cla._ And that no access, No blessing from those eyes, but with much hazard, Even hazard of a life. _Sil._ He dares not love her; I have heard that too: but whither points your purpose?