_Mont._ Nay, there's small hope there. _Gui._ Take say of her, my lord, she comes most fitly. _Mons._ Starting back? _Enter Charlot, Anable, Pero._ _Gui._ Y'are ingag'd indeed. 180 _Annable._ Nay pray, my lord, forbeare. _Mont._ What, skittish, servant? _An._ No, my lord, I am not so fit for your service. _Charlotte._ Nay, pardon me now, my lord; my lady expects me. 185 _Gui._ Ile satisfie her expectation, as far as an unkle may. _Mons._ Well said! a spirit of courtship of all hands. Now, mine owne Pero, hast thou remembred 190 me for the discovery I entreated thee to make of thy mistresse? Speak boldly, and be sure of all things I have sworne to thee. _Pero._ Building on that assurance (my lord) I may speak; and much the rather because my 195 lady hath not trusted me with that I can tell you; for now I cannot be said to betray her. _Mons._ That's all one, so wee reach our objects: forth, I beseech thee. _Per._ To tell you truth, my lord, I have made 200 a strange discovery. _Mons._ Excellent Pero, thou reviv'st me; may I sink quick to perdition if my tongue discover it! _Per._ Tis thus, then: this last night my lord lay forth, and I, watching my ladies sitting up, 205 stole up at midnight from my pallat, and (having before made a hole both through the wall and arras to her inmost chamber) I saw D'Ambois and her selfe reading a letter! _Mons._ D'Ambois! 210 _Per._ Even he, my lord. _Mons._ Do'st thou not dreame, wench? _Per._ I sweare he is the man. _Mons._ The devill he is, and thy lady his dam! Why this was the happiest shot that ever flewe; 215 the just plague of hypocrisie level'd it. Oh, the infinite regions betwixt a womans tongue and her heart! is this our Goddesse of chastity? I thought I could not be so sleighted, if she had not her fraught besides, and therefore plotted this 220 with her woman, never dreaming of D'Amboys. Deare Pero, I will advance thee for ever: but tell me now--Gods pretious, it transformes mee with admiration--sweet Pero, whom should she trust with this conveyance? Or, all the dores 225 being made sure, how should his conveyance be made? _Per._ Nay, my lord, that amazes me: I cannot by any study so much as guesse at it. _Mons._ Well, let's favour our apprehensions 230 with forbearing that a little; for, if my heart were not hoopt with adamant, the conceipt of this would have burst it: but heark thee. _Whispers._ _Mont._ I pray thee, resolve mee: the Duke will never imagine that I am busie about's wife: 235 hath D'Ambois any privy accesse to her?