_Bel._ You are too Royal to me; To me that have so foolishly transgress'd you, So like a Girl, so far forgot my virtue, Which now appears as base and ugly to me, As did his Dream, that thought he was in Paradise, Awak'd and saw the Devil; how was I wander'd? With what eies could I look upon that poor, that cours thing, That wretched thing call'd _Sylvio_? that (now) despis'd thing, And lose an object of that graceful sweetness, That god-like presence as _Syenna_ is? Darkness, a[n]d cheerful day, had not such difference: But I must ever bless your care, your wisdom, That led me from this labyrinth of folly, How had I sunk else? what example given? _Dutch._ Prethee no more, and as thou art my best one, Ask something that may equal such a goodness. _Bel._ Why did ye let him go so slightly from ye, More like a man in triumph, than condemn'd: Why did ye make his pennance but a question, A Riddle, every idle wit unlocks. _Dutch._ 'Tis not so, Nor do not fear it so: he will not find it, I have given that (unless my self discover it) Will cost his head. _Bel._ 'Tis subject to construction? _Dutch._ That it is too. _Bel._ It may be then absolv'd, And then are we both scorn'd and laugh'd at, Madam; Beside the promise you have ty'd upon it, Which you must never keep. _Dutch._ I never meant it. _Bel._ For heaven sake let me know it, 'tis my Suit to ye, The Boon you would have me ask; let me but see it, That if there be a way to make't so strong, No wit nor powerful reason can run through it, For my disgrace, I may beg of heaven to grant it. _Dutch._ Fear not, it has been put to sharper judgements Than e'er he shall arrive at: my dear Father, That was as fiery in his understanding, And ready in his wit as any living, Had it two years, and studied it, yet lost it: This night ye are my Bed-fellow, there Daughter Into your bosom I'll commit this secret, And there we'll both take counsel. _Bel._ I shall find Some trick I hope too strong yet for his mind. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Penurio.