_Cla._ My best sister now too, I have tryed ye, found ye so, and now I love ye, Love ye so truly nobly. _Lop._ Sir, I thank ye, You have made me a most happy man. _Cla._ Thank her Sir, And from this hour preserve that happiness, Be no more fool'd with jealousie. _Lop._ I have lost it, And take me now new born again, new natur'd. _Isab._ I do, and to that promise tye this faith, Never to have a false thought tempt my virtue. _Lop._ Enough, enough, I must desire your presence, My Cosin _Rhodope_ has sent in all haste for us, I am sure you will be welcome. _Cla._ I'll wait on ye. _Lop._ What the Project is-- _Isab._ We shall know when we are there, Sir. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Tertia._ _Enter Dutchess_, Syenna, _Lords_, Sylvio. _Dutch._ Joy to you _Silvio_, and your young fair Bride, You have stolen a day upon us; you cannot wooe, Sir. _Sil._ The joyes of Hell hang over me, oh mischief, To what a fortune has the Devil driven me! Am I reserv'd for this? _Sy._ Beshrew me, Sir, But you have gotten you a right fair bedfellow, Let you alone to chuse. _Sil._ I beseech your Grace, 'Tis misery enough to have met the Devil, Not mens reproaches too. _Sy._ How old is she? _Dutch._ A very Girl, her eye delivers it. _Sy._ Her teeth are scarce come yet. _Lord._ What goodly children Will they two have now! she is rarely made to breed on, What a sweet timber'd body! _Dutch._ Knotty i' th' back, But will hold out the stronger; What a nose! _Sy._ I marry, such a nose, so rarely mounted, Upon my conscience, 'twas the part he doted on. _Dutch._ And that fine little eye to it, like an Elephant's. _Lord._ Yes, if her feet were round, and her ears sachels. _Sy._ For any thing we know. _Sil._ Have ye no mercy? No pity in your bloods to use a wretch thus? You Princes in whose hearts the best compassions, Nearest to those in Heaven, should find fit places, Why do you mock at misery? fling scorns and baseness Upon his broken back, that sinks with sorrows? Heaven may reward you too, and an hour come, When all [your] great designes shall shew ridiculous, And your hearts pinch'd like mine. [_Musick in divers places._ _Dutch._ Fie Sir, so angry Upon your wedding day? go smug your self, The Maid will come anon: what Musick's this? _Sy._ I warrant you some noble preparation. _Dutch._ Let's take our places then. _Sil._ More of these Devils dumps? Must I be ever haunted with these witchcrafts? _Enter a Masquerado of several shapes, and Dances, after which,_ _enter_ Belvidere _and disperses them; before the Maskers enter_ _two Presenters, among which are_ Bartello, Lopez, Claudio, Isabella, Rhodope, Soto, Penurio, Jaquenet.