_Per._ I was, and sure I should be: Can a small distance, And ten short moneths take from your memory The figure of your friend, that you stand wondring? Be not amaz'd, I am the self-same _Per[o]lot_, Living, and well; Son to _Gentille_, and Brother To virtuous _Casta_; to your beauteous Mistriss, The long since poor betroth'd, and still vow'd servant. _Mar._ Nay, sure he lives. My Lord _Lavall_, your Master, Brought news long since to your much mourning Mistriss, Ye dy'd at _Orleance_; bound her with an oath too, To keep it secret from your aged Father, Lest it should rack his heart. _Per._ A pretty secret To try my Mistriss Love, and make my welcome From travel of more worth; from whence, Heaven be thanked, My business for the Duke dispatch'd to th' purpose, And all my money spent, I am come home, wench. How does my Mistriss? for I have not yet seen Any, nor will I, till I do her service. _Mar._ But did the Lord _Laval_ know of your love, Sir, before he went? _Per._ Yes, by much more force he got it, But none else knew; upon his promise too And honor to conceal it faithfully Till my return; to further which, he told me, My business being ended, from the Duke He would procure a pension for my service, Able to make my Mistriss a fit Husband. _Mar._ But are you sure of this? _Per._ Sure as my sight, wench. _Mar._ Then is your Lord a base dissembling villain, A Devil Lord, the damn'd Lord of all lewdness, And has betraid ye, and undone my Mistriss, My poor sweet Mistriss: oh that leacher Lord, Who, poor soul, since was married. _Per._ To whom, _Maria_? _Mar._ To that unlucky Lord, a ---- upon him; Whose hot horse-appetite being allaid once With her chaste joyes, married again, scarce cool'd, The Torches yet not out the yellow _Hymen_ Lighted about the bed, the Songs yet sounding, _Marine_'s young noble Daughter _Helena_, Whose mischief stands at door next. Oh that recreant! _Per._ Oh villain! Oh most unmanly falshood! Nay then I see, my Letters were betraid too. Oh, I am full of this, great with his mischiefs, Loaden and burst: Come, lead me to my Lady. _Mar._ I cannot, Sir, _Lavall_ keeps her conceal'd, Besides, her griefs are such, she will see no man. _Per._ I must, and will go to her: I will see her: There be my friend, or this shall be thy furthest. _Mar._ Hold, and I'll help thee: but first ye shall swear to me, As you are true and gentle, as ye hate This beastly and base Lord, where I shall place ye, (Which shall be within sight) till I discharge ye, What-e'er you see or hear, to make no motion. _Per._ I do by ---- _Mar._ Stay here about the house then, Till it be later; yet the time's not perfect: There at the back door I'll attend you truly.