_Friar._ Come, worthiest sonne, I am past measure glad That you (whose worth I have approv'd so long) Should be the object of her fearefull love; 185 Since both your wit and spirit can adapt Their full force to supply her utmost weaknesse. You know her worths and vertues, for report Of all that know is to a man a knowledge: You know besides that our affections storme, 190 Rais'd in our blood, no reason can reforme. Though she seeke then their satisfaction (Which she must needs, or rest unsatisfied) Your judgement will esteeme her peace thus wrought Nothing lesse deare than if your selfe had sought: 195 And (with another colour, which my art Shall teach you to lay on) your selfe must seeme The only agent, and the first orbe move In this our set and cunning world of love. _Bussy._ Give me the colour (my most honour'd father) 200 And trust my cunning then to lay it on. _Fri._ Tis this, good sonne:--Lord Barrisor (whom you slew) Did love her dearely, and with all fit meanes Hath urg'd his acceptation, of all which Shee keepes one letter written in his blood: 205 You must say thus, then: that you heard from mee How much her selfe was toucht in conscience With a report (which is in truth disperst) That your maine quarrell grew about her love, Lord Barrisor imagining your courtship 210 Of the great Guises Duchesse in the Presence Was by you made to his elected mistresse: And so made me your meane now to resolve her, Chosing by my direction this nights depth, For the more cleare avoiding of all note 215 Of your presumed presence. And with this (To cleare her hands of such a lovers blood) She will so kindly thank and entertaine you (Me thinks I see how), I, and ten to one, Shew you the confirmation in his blood, 220 Lest you should think report and she did faine, That you shall so have circumstantiall meanes To come to the direct, which must be used: For the direct is crooked; love comes flying; The height of love is still wonne with denying. 225 _Buss._ Thanks, honoured father.