_Lav._ Ye mis-apply me, _Mary_, Nor do I want true pity to your Lady: Pity and love tell me, too much I have wrong'd her To dare to see her more: yet if her sweetness Can entertain a Mediation, And it must be a great one that can cure me; My love again, as far as honor bids me, My service and my self-- _Mar._ That's nobly spoken. _Lav._ Shall hourly see her; want shall never know her; Nor where she has bestow'd her love, repent her. _Mar._ Now whither drives he? _Lav._ I have heard _Maria_, That no two women in the world more lov'd, Then thy good Mistriss, and _Gentille_'s fair Daughter. _Mar._ What may this mean? you have heard a truth, my Lord: But since the secret Love betwixt you two, My Mistriss durst not entertain such friendship; _Casta_ is quick, and of a piercing judgement, And quickly will find out a flaw. _Lav._ Hold _Marie_: Shrink not, 'tis good gold, wench: prepare a Banquet, And get that _Casta_ thither; for she's a creature So full of forcible Divine perswasion, And so unwearied ever with good offic[e], And she shall cure my ill cause to my Mistriss, And make all errors up. _Mar._ I'll doe my best, Sir: But she's too fearful, coy, and scrupulous, To leave her Fathers house so late; and bashful At any mans appearance, that I fear, Sir; 'Twill prove impossible. _Lav._ There's more gold, _Marie_, And fain thy Mistriss wondrous sick to death, wench. _Mar._ I have ye in the wind now, and I'll pay ye. _Lav._ She cannot chuse but come; 'tis charity, The chief of her profession: undertake this, And I am there at night; if not, I leave ye. _Mar._ I will not loose this offer, though it fall out Clean cross to that we cast, I'll undertake it, I will, my Lord; she shall be there. _Lav._ By ----? _Mar._ By ---- she shall. _Lav._ Let it be something late then. For being seen, now force or favour wins her. My spirits are grown dull, strong wine, and store, Shall set 'em up again, and make me fit To draw home at the enterprize I aim at. [_Exit._ _Ma._ Go thy wa[ies] false Lord, if thou hold'st, thou pay'st The price of all thy lusts. Thou shalt be there Thou modest Maid, if I have any working, And yet thy honor safe; for which this thief I know has set this meeting: but I'll watch him. _Enter_ Per[o]lot. _Per. Maria._ _Mar._ Are mine eyes mine own? or bless me, Am I deluded with a flying shadow? _Per._ Why do you start so from me? _Mar._ It speaks sensibly, And shews a living body: yet I am fearful. _Per._ Give me your hand, good _Maria_. _Mar._ He feels warm too. _Per._ And next your [l]ips. _Mar._ He kisses perfectly. Nay, and the Devil be n[o] worse: you are _Perolot_.