_Nor._ Fie upon you: See her for shame; or hark ye, if you would Perform the friends part to me, the friends part, It being a fashion of the last edition, Far from panderism, now send her to me; You look strange on't, no entertainment's perfect Without it on my word; no livery like it; [I'll tell her, he lookes for it as duly As for his fee;] there's no suit got without it, Gold is an ass to't. _Mir._ Go to bed, to bed. _Nor._ Well, if she come, I doubt not to convert her, If not, the sin lye on your head. Good night. [_Exit_ Nor. _and Servants_. _Enter_ Colonna _and_ Lucinda. _Col._ There you shall find him Lady: you know what I have said, And if you please you may make use. _Luc._ No doubt Sir. _[C]ol._ From hence I shall hear all. _Mir._ Come hither young one. Beshrew my heart: a handsome wench: come nearer, A very handsome one: do not you grieve, Sweet, You are a prisoner? _Luc._ The loss of liberty No doubt Sir, is a heavy and a sharp burden To them that feel it truely: But your servant, Your humble handmayd, never felt that rigor, Thanks to that noble will: no want, no hunger, (Companions still to slaves) no violence Nor any unbeseeming act, we start at, Have I yet [met] with; all content and goodness, Civility, and sweetness of behaviour Dwell round about me; therefore worthy Master, I cannot say I grieve my liberty. _Mir._ Do not you fancy me too cold a Soldier, Too obstinate an enemy to youth, That had so fair a jewel in my Cabinet, And in so long a time, would nere look on it? _Col._ What can she say now? _Luc._ Sure I desir'd to see ye, And with a longing wish. _Col._ There's all her virtue. _Luc._ Pursu'd that full desire to give ye thanks Sir, The only Sacrifice I have left, and service, For all the virtuous care you have kept me safe with. _Col._ She holds well yet. _Mir._ The pretty fool speaks finely: Come sit down here. _Luc._ O Sir, 'tis most unseemly. _Mir._ I'll have it so: sit close, now tell me truly, Did you ere love yet? _Luc._ My years will answer that Sir. _Mir._ And did you then love truly? _Luc._ So I thought Sir. _Mir._ Can ye love me so? _Col._ Now! _Luc._ With all my duty; I were unworthy of those favors else, You daily showre upon me. _Mir._ What thinkst thou of me? _Luc._ I think ye are a truly worthy Gentleman, A pattern, and a pride to the age ye live in, Sweet as the commendations all men give ye. _Mir._ A pretty flattering rogue, dare ye kiss that sweet man Ye speak so sweetly of? Come. _Col._ Farewell virtue. _Mir._ What hast thou got between thy lips? kiss once more. Sure thou hast a spell there. _Luc._ More than ere I knew Sir. _Col._ All hopes go now.