Who are you, Sir? _Enter_ Rinaldo. _Rin._ Who am I, Sir? why, do y' not know me? _Frig._ No by my ---- do I not. _Rin._ I am sure we din'd together to day. _Frig._ That's all one: as I din'd with you in the City, and as you paid for my dinner there, I do know you, and am beholding to you: But as my mind is since transmigrated into my office, and as you come to Court to have me pay you again, and be beholding to me, I know you not, I know you not. _Rin._ Nay, but look ye, Sir. _Frig._ Pardon me: If you had been my bed-fellow these seven years, and lent me money to buy my place, I must not transgress principles: This very talking with you is an ill example. _Rin._ Pish, you are too punctual a Courtier, Sir: why, I am a Courtier too, yet never understood the place or name to be so infectious to humanity and manners, as to cast a man into a burning pride and arrogance, for which there is no cure. I am a Courtier, and yet I will know my friends, I tell you. _Frig._ And I tell you, you will thrive accordingly, I warrant you. _Rin._ But hark ye, Signior _Frigozo_, you shall first understand, I have no friends with me to trouble you. _Frig._ Humh: That's a good motive. _Rin._ No[r] to borrow money of you. _Frig._ That's an excellent motive. _Rin._ No my sweet Don, nor to ask what you owe me. _Frig._ Why, that is the very motive of motives, why I ought and will know thee: and if I had not wound thee up to this promise, I would not have known thee these fifteen years, no more than the errantst, or most founder'd _Castillian_ that followed our new Queens Carriages a-foot. _Rin._ Nor for any thing, dear Don, but that you would place me conveniently to see the Play to night. _Frig._ That shall I, Signior _Rinaldo_: but would you had come sooner: you see how full the Scaffolds are, there is scant room for a Lovers thought here. Gentlewomen sit close for shame: Has none of ye a little corner for this Gentleman? I'll place ye, fear not. And how did our brave King of _Portugal_, _Emanuel_, bear himself to day? You saw the solemnity of the marriage. _Rin._ Why, like a fit Husband for so gracious and excellent a Princess, as his worthy mate _Isabella_, the King of _Castiles_ Daughter doth in her very external li[ne]aments, mixture of colours, and joyning Dove-like behaviour assure her self to be. And I protest (my dear Don) seriously, I can sing prophetically nothing but blessed Hymns, and happy occasions to this sacred union of _Portugal_ and _Castile_, which have so wisely and mutually conjoyned two such virtuous and beautiful Princes as these are; and in all opinion like to multiply to their very last minute.