Const. Sir, the Dukes pleasure, is that you keepe Costard safe, and you must let him take no delight, nor no penance, but hee must fast three daies a weeke: for this Damsell, I must keepe her at the Parke, shee is alowd for the Day-woman. Fare you well. Enter. Brag. I do betray my selfe with blushing: Maide Maid. Man Brag. I wil visit thee at the Lodge Maid. That's here by Brag. I know where it is situate Mai. Lord how wise you are! Brag. I will tell thee wonders Ma. With what face? Brag. I loue thee Mai. So I heard you say Brag. And so farewell Mai. Faire weather after you Clo. Come Iaquenetta, away. Exeunt. Brag. Villaine, thou shalt fast for thy offences ere thou be pardoned Clo. Well sir, I hope when I doe it, I shall doe it on a full stomacke Brag. Thou shalt be heauily punished Clo. I am more bound to you then your fellowes, for they are but lightly rewarded Clo. Take away this villaine, shut him vp Boy. Come you transgressing slaue, away Clow. Let mee not bee pent vp sir, I will fast being loose Boy. No sir, that were fast and loose: thou shalt to prison Clow. Well, if euer I do see the merry dayes of desolation that I haue seene, some shall see Boy. What shall some see? Clow. Nay nothing, Master Moth, but what they looke vpon. It is not for prisoners to be silent in their words, and therefore I will say nothing: I thanke God, I haue as little patience as another man, and therefore I can be quiet. Enter. Brag. I doe affect the very ground (which is base) where her shooe (which is baser) guided by her foote (which is basest) doth tread. I shall be forsworn (which is a great argument of falshood) if I loue. And how can that be true loue, which is falsly attempted? Loue is a familiar, Loue is a Diuell. There is no euill Angell but Loue, yet Sampson was so tempted, and he had an excellent strength: Yet was Salomon so seduced, and hee had a very good witte. Cupids Butshaft is too hard for Hercules Clubbe, and therefore too much ods for a Spaniards Rapier: The first and second cause will not serue my turne: the Passado hee respects not, the Duello he regards not; his disgrace is to be called Boy, but his glorie is to subdue men. Adue Valour, rust Rapier, bee still Drum, for your manager is in loue; yea hee loueth. Assist me some extemporall god of Rime, for I am sure I shall turne Sonnet. Deuise Wit, write Pen, for I am for whole volumes in folio. Enter. Finis Actus Primus. Actus Secunda. Enter the Princesse of France, with three attending Ladies, and three Lords