_Pas._ Now by the stroke of pleasure, a deep oath, Nimbly hopt Ladies all; what height they bear too! A story higher than your common statures; A little man must go up stairs to kiss 'em: What a great space there is Betwixt Loves Dining Chamber, and his Garret! I'll try the utmost height--the Garret stoops methinks; The rooms are made all bending, I see that, And not so high as a man takes 'em for. _Cu._ Now if you'll follow me Sir, I've that power, To make them follow you. _Pas._ Are they all shot? _Cu._ All, all Sir, every mothers daughter of 'em. _Pas._ Then there's no fear of following; if they be once shot They'll follow a man to th' devil--As for you, Sir-- [_Ex. with the Lady and the Masquers._ _Sold._ Me Sir? _1 Gent._ Nay sweet Sir. _Sold._ A noise, a threatening, did you not hear it Sir? _1 Gent._ Without regard, Sir, so would I hear you. _Sold._ This must come to something, never talk of that Sir. You never saw it otherwise. _1 Gent._ Nay dear merit-- _Sold._ Me above all men? _1 Gent._ Troth you wrong your anger. _Sold._ I will be arm'd, my honourable Letcher. _1 Gent._ Oh fie sweet Sir. _Sold._ That devours womens honesties by lumps, And never chaw'st thy pleasure: _2 Gent._ What do you mean, Sir? _Sold._ What does he mean t'ingross all to himself? There's others love a whore as well as he Sir. _1 Gent._ Oh, if that be part o' th' fury, we have a City Is very well provided for that case; Let him alone with her, Sir, we have Women Are very charitable to proper men, And to a Soldier that has all his limbs; Marry the sick and lame gets not a penny: Right womens charity, and the Husbands follow't too: Here comes his Highness Sir. _Enter Duke and Lords._ _Sold._ I'll walk to cool my self. [_Exit._ _Duke._ Who's that? _1 Gent._ The brother of _Shamont_. _Duke._ He's Brother then To all the Courts love, they that love discreetly, And place their friendliness upon desert: As for the rest, that with a double face Look upon merit much like fortunes visage, That looks two ways, both to life's calms and storms, I'll so provide for him, chiefly for him, He shall not wish their loves, nor dread their envies. And here comes my _Shamont_. _Enter_ Shamont. _Sham._ That Ladies virtues are my only joyes, And he to offer to lay siege to them? _Duke. Shamont._ _Sham._ Her goodness is my pride: in all discourses, As often as I hear rash tongu'd gallants, Speak rudely of a woman, presently I give in but her name, and th'are all silent: Oh who would loose this benefit? _Duke._ Come hither Sir.