_Cesar._ To end the controversie Put it to trial, by my life I'll meet you _Enter_ Clarissa. With the next rising Sun. _Ment._ A match. But here Appears a _Cynthia_, that scorns to borrow A beam of light from the great eye of Heaven, She being her self all brightness; how I envy Those amorous smiles, those kisses, but sure chaste ones Which she vouchsafes her brother! _Claris._ You are wanton: Pray you think me not _Biancha_, leave I pray you; My Mother will not sleep before she see you, And since you know her tenderness, nay fondness; In every circumstance that concerns your safety, You are not equal to her. _Cesar._ I must leave you; but will not fail to meet you. _Ment._ Soft sleeps to you. _Within. Mariana: Cesario._ _Claris._ You are call'd again. _Cesar._ Some Sons Complain of too much rigor in their Mothers; I of too much indulgence; you will follow.-- [_Exit._ _Claris._ You are her first care, therefore lead the way. _Ment._ She staies: blest opportunity, she staies: As she invited conference, she was ever Noble, and free: but thus to tempt my frailty, Argues a yielding in her; or contempt Of all that I dare offer; stand I now Consulting? No, I'll put it home. _Claris._ Who waits there? more Lights. _Ment._ You need them not, they are as useless, As at noon-day; can there be darkness, where Nature then wisely liberal, vouchsaf'd To lend two Suns. _Claris. Hyperboles_: _Ment._ No, truths: Truths beauteous Virgin, so my love-sick heart Assures me, and my understanding tells me I must approach them wisely, should I rashly Press near their scorching beams, they would consume me And on the contrary, should your disdain Keep me at too much distance, and I want Their comfortable heat, the frost of death Would seize on all my faculties. _Cla._ Pray you pause, Sir. This vehemency of discourse must else needs tire you. These gay words take not me, 'tis simple faith Honest integrity, and lawful flames I am delighted with: _Ment._ Such I bring with me, and therefore Lady. _Cla._ But that you took me off E're I came to a period; I had added A long experience must be requir'd Both of his faith and trust, with whom a Virgin Trafficks for, what's dearest in this life, Her liberty, and honor; I confess I oft have view'd you with an eye of favour, And with your generous parts the many tenders Of doing me all fair offices, have won A good opinion from me. _Ment._ Oh speak ever, I never heard such Musick.