_Ab._ Yes, he is Too well acquainted with the power he holds, Over my mad affections: I want time To write: but pray you tell him, if I were No better steel'd in my strong resolutions Than he hath shown himself in his; or thought There was a hell hereafter, or a Heaven, But in enjoying him, I should stick here, And move no further: bid him yet take comfort; For something I would doe, the devil would quake at, But I'll untie this Nuptial knot of love, And make way for his wishes: in the mean time Let him lie close, for he is strictly sought for, And practise to love her, that for his ends Scorns fear and danger. _Enter_ Oriana _and_ Velleda. _Roc._ All this I will tell him. [_Exit_ Rocca. _Ab._ Do so: farewel. My Lady, with my fellow, So earnest in discourse! what e'r it be I'll second it. _Vel._ He is such a noble Husband, In every circumstance so truly loving, That I might say, and without flattery, Madam The Sun sees not a Lady but your self That can deserve him. _Abd._ Of all men I say That dare (for 'tis a desperate adventure) Wear on their free necks the sweet yoak of woman, (For they that do repine, are no true husbands) Give me a Soldier. _Ori._ Why, are they more loving Than other men? _Abd._ And love too with more judgement; For, but observe, your Courtier is more curious To set himself forth richly than his Lady; His baths, perfumes, nay paintings too, more costly Than his frugality will allow to her, His clothes as chargeable; and grant him but A thing without a beard, and he may pass At all times for a woman, and with some Have better welcome: Now, your man of Lands For the most part is careful to manure them, But leaves his Lady fallow; your great Merchant Breaks oftner for the debt he owes his wife, Than with his creditors; and that's the reason She looks elsewhere for payment: Now your Soldier-- _Vel._ I marry do him right. _Abd._ First, who has one, Has a perpetual guard upon her honor; For while he wears a sword, slander her self Dares not bark at it: next, she sits at home Like a great Queen, and sends him forth to fetch in Her tribute from all parts; which being brought home, He laies it at her feet, and seeks no further For his reward, than what she may give freely, And with delight too, from her own Exchequer Which he finds ever open. _Ori._ Be more modest. _Abd._ Why, we may speak of that we are glad to taste of, Among our selves I mean. _Ori._ Thou talkst of nothing. _Abd._ Of nothing Madam? You have found it something; Or with the raising up this pre[tt]y mount here, My Lord hath dealt with spirits. _Enter_ Gomera. _Ori._ Two long hours absent?