_La._ O my Lord, how has your nature lost her worthiness! When our affections had their liberty, Our kisses met as temperatelie as The hands of sisters, or of brothers, that Our bloods were then as moving; then you were So noble, that I durst have trusted your Embraces in an opportunity Silent enough to serve a ravisher, And yet come from you--undishonor'd--how You think me altered, that you promise your Attempt success I know not; but were all The sweet temptations that deceive us set On this side, and [on] that side all the waiters, These neither should p[e]rsuade me, nor these force. _Mont._ Then misery may waste your body. _Lady._ Yes, but lust shall never. _Mont._ I have found you still as uncorupted as I left you first Continue so; and I will serve you with As much devotion as my word, my hand Or purse can show you; and to justifie That promise, here is half the wealth I have, Take it, you owe me nothing, till you fall From virtue, which the better to protect I have bethought me of a present means: Give me the Letter; this commends my Boy Into the service of a Lady, whose Free goodness you have bin acquainted with, _Lamira_. _Lady._ Sir I know her. _Mont._ Then believe her entertainment will be noble to you; My boy shall bring you thither: and relate Your manner of misfortune if your own Report needs any witness: so I kiss your hand good Lady. _Lady._ Sir, I know not how to promise, but I cannot be unthankfull. _Mont._ All that you can implore in thankfulness Be yours, to make you the more prosperous. Farwell my boy,--I am not yet oppress'd. [_Exit Lady Vere._ Having the power to helpe one that's distress'd. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Secundi. Scæna Prima._ _Enter Longaville and Dubois._ _Long._ What shall we do now: swords are out of use, And words are out of credit. _Dub._ We must serve. _L[o]ng._ The means to get a service will first spend Our purses; and except we can allow Our selves an entertainment, service will Neglect us; now 'tis grown into a doubt Whether the Mr. or the servants gives the countenance. _Dub._ Then fall in with Mistresses. _Long._ They keep more servants now (indeed) than men, But yet the age is grown so populous Of those attendants, that the women are Grown full too. _Dub._ What shall we propound our selves? _Long._ I'll think on't. _Dub._ Do; Old occupations have too many setters up to prosper, some uncommon trade would thrive now. _Long._ Wee'll e'en make up some half a dozen proper men. And should not we get more Than all your female sinners? _Dub._ If the house be seated as it should be privately. _Long._ I, but that would make a multitude of witches. _Dub._ Witches? how prethee?