_Gom._ None, that hath been contracted. _Cast._ Were you ever? _Gom._ Nor married, nor contracted, none that ever Hath vowed his love to any woman kind, Or finds that secret fire within his thoughts: Here I am cast, this Article my heart Objects against the title of my fame, I am in love; laugh not: though time hath set Some wrinkles in this face, and these curl'd locks Will shortly dye into an other hew, Yet, yet I am in love: (yfaith [you] smile) What age, what sex, or what profession Divine, or humane, from the man that cries For Almes the high way, to him that sings At the high Altar, and doth sacrifice, Can truly say he knows not what is Love? _Val._ 'Tis honestly profest; with whom _Gomera_? Name the Lady, that with all [advantage] We may advance your suit. _Gom._ But will you Sir? _Val._ Now by our holy rock were it our Sister: _Spaniard_, I hold thee worthy, freely name her. _Gom._ Be master of your word: it is she Sir, The matchless _Oriana_. _Val._ Come down Lady, You have made her blush, let her consent I will Make good my oath. _Mount._ Is't so? stay: I do love So tenderly _Gomera_ your bright flame, As not to suffer your perdition. _Gom._ What means _Mountferrat_? _Enter Guard._ _Mount._ This whole _auberge_ hath (A Guard upon this Lady) wonder not, 'Tane publick notice of the _Bassaes_ love Of _Tripoli_ unto her, and consented She should return this answer, as he writ For her conversion, and betraying _Malta_, She should advise him betray _Tripoli_, And turning _Christian_, he should marry her. _All._ All this was so. _Mount._ How weakly do's this court then Send Vessels forth to Sea, to guard the Land Taking such special care to save one Bark, Or strive to add fam'd men unto our cloak, When they lurk in our bosomes would subvert This State, and us, presuming on their blood, And partial indulgence to their sex? _Val._ Who can this be? _Mount._ Your Sister, great _Valetta_, Which thus I prove: demand the _Bassa's_ Letter. _Ori._ 'Tis here, nor from this pocket hath been mov'd Nor answer'd, nor perus'd by ---- _Mount._ Do not swear Cast not away your fair soul, to your treason Add not foul perjury: is this your hand? _Ori._ 'Tis very like it. _Mount._ May it please the Master, Confer these Letters, and then read her answer, Which I have intercepted; pardon me Reverend _Valetta_, that am made the means To punish this most beautious Treachery; Even in your Sister, since in it I save _Malta_ from ruine: I am bolder in't, Because it is so palpable and withall Know our great Master to this Countrey, firm. As was the _Roman Marcus_, who spar'd not As dear a Sister in the publique cause. _Val._ I am amaz'd; attend me.