_Ant._ A rich Diamond Set neat and deep, Natures chief Art (_Martine_) Is to reserve her Models curious, Not cumbersome and great; and such an one For fear she should exceed, upon her matter Has she fram'd this; Oh 'tis a spark of beauty, And where they appear so excellent in little, They will but flame in great; Extention spoils 'em: _Martine_ learn this, the narrower that our eyes Keep way unto our object, still the sweeter That comes unto us: Great bodies are like Countries, Discovering still, toyl and no pleasure finds 'em. _Mar._ A rare Cosmographer for a small Island, Now I believe she is handsome. _Ant._ Believe heartily, Let thy belief, though long a coming, save thee. _Mar._ She was (certain) fair. _Ant._ But heark ye (friend _Martine_) Do not believe your self too far before me, For then you may wrong me, Sir. _Mar._ Who bid ye teach me? Do you show me meat, and stitch my lips (_Antonio_?) Is that fair play? _Ant._ Now if thou shouldst abuse me, And yet I know thee for an errant wencher, A most immoderate thing, thou canst not love long. _Mar._ A little serves my turn, I fly at all games, But I believe. _Ant._ How if we never see her more? She is our enemy. _Mar._ Why are you jealous then? As far as I conceive she hates our whole House. _Ant._ Yet (good _Martine_) _Mar._ Come, come, I have mercy on ye: You shall enjoy her in your dream (_Antonio_) And I'll not hinder: though now I perswade my self. _Enter_ Aminta _with a Letter_. _Ant._ Sit with perswasion down, and you deal honestly: I will look better on her. _Mar._ Stay, who's this, Friend? _Ant._ Is't not the other Gentlewoman? _Mar._ Yes, a Letter. She brings [no] challenge sure: if she do (_Antonio_) I hope she'll be a Second too; I am for her. _Am._ A good hour Gentlemen. _Ant._ You are welcome Lady; 'Tis like our late rude passage has powr'd on us Some reprehension. _Am._ No I bring no anger, Though some deserv'd it. _Ant._ Sure we were all to blame, Lady; But for my part (in all humility And with no little shame) I ask your pardons, Indeed I wear no sword to fright sweet beauties. _Am._ You have it, and this Letter; pray ye Sir view it, And my Commission's done. _Mar._ Have ye none for me Lady? _Am._ Not at this time. _Mar._ I am sorry for't; I can read too. _Am._ I am glad: but Sir, to keep you in your exercise, You may chance meet with one ill written. _Mar._ Thank ye, So it be a womans, I can pick the meaning, For likely they have but one end. _Am._ You say true Sir. [_Exit._ _Ant. Martine_, my wishes are come home and loaden, Loaden with brave return: most happy, happy: I am a blessed man: where's the Gentlewoman?