_Cler._ Good sister, trouble not your selfe with this: 130 Take other ladyes care; practise your face. There's the chaste matron, Madame Perigot, Dwels not farre hence; Ile ride and send her to you. Shee did live by retailing mayden-heads In her minoritie; but now shee deales 135 In whole-sale altogether for the Court. I tell you, shee's the onely fashion-monger, For your complexion, poudring of your haire, Shadowes, rebatoes, wires, tyres, and such trickes, That Cambray or, I thinke, the Court affords. 140 She shall attend you, sister, and with these Womanly practises emply your spirit; This other suites you not, nor fits the fashion. Though shee be deare, lay't on, spare for no cost; Ladies in these have all their bounties lost. 145 _Ren._ Madame, you see, his spirit will not checke At any single danger, when it stands Thus merrily firme against an host of men, Threaten'd to be [in] armes for his surprise. _Char._ That's a meere bugge-beare, an impossible mocke. 150 If hee, and him I bound by nuptiall faith, Had not beene dull and drossie in performing Wreake of the deare bloud of my matchlesse brother, What Prince, what King, which of the desperat'st ruffings, Outlawes in Arden, durst have tempted thus 155 One of our bloud and name, be't true or false? _Cler._ This is not caus'd by that; twill be as sure As yet it is not, though this should be true. _Char._ True, tis past thought false. _Cler._ I suppose the worst, Which farre I am from thinking; and despise 160 The armie now in battaile that should act it. [_Char._] I would not let my bloud up to that thought, But it should cost the dearest bloud in France. _Cler._ Sweet sister, (_osculatur_) farre be both off as the fact Of my fain'd apprehension. _Char._ I would once 165 Strip off my shame with my attire, and trie If a poore woman, votist of revenge, Would not performe it with a president To all you bungling, foggy-spirited men. But for our birth-rights honour, doe not mention 170 One syllable of any word may goe To the begetting of an act so tender And full of sulphure as this letters truth: It comprehends so blacke a circumstance Not to be nam'd, that but to forme one thought, 175 It is or can be so, would make me mad. Come, my lord, you and I will fight this dreame Out at the chesse. _Ren._ Most gladly, worthiest ladie. _Exeunt Char[lotte] and Ren[el]._ _Enter a Messenger._ _Messenger._ Sir, my Lord Governours Lieutenant prayes Accesse to you. _Cler._ Himselfe alone? _Mess._ Alone, sir. 180