_Nic._ To which intent, how many hopefull Princes Haue beene non-suted, onely for my sake? And to preuent all meanes of their accesse, Establish’d mee her Guardian: Now, the Princesse, Although I haue her Person, yet her Heart I find estrang’d from mee, and all my loue Is quitted with contempt. _Lis._ The Heauens forbid. _Nic._ It is forbidden both by Heauen and Earth, And yet Shee do’s it; and thou know’st then, Frier, My hopes are frustrate. Therefore (holy Man) Thou art her Counsel-Closet, her Confessor, Of reuerend opinion with the Princesse. _Lis._ I doe conceiue your Honour. _Nic._ Be my Orator. _Lis._ In what I may, my Lord. _Nic._ If thou preuail’st, I le make thee Metropolitane of Sicil. _Lis._ It shall be all my care. _Nic._ Then farewell, Father. _Exit Nic._ _Lis._ All my prayers attend yee. So, here’s the fence throwne open; now my way Is made before mee: Godamercy Cowle; It is no maruell tho’ the credulous World Thought themselues safe from danger, when they were Inuested with this habit, ’tis the best, To couer, or to gaine a free accesse, That can be possible in any proiect. How finely I haue guld my Politician, That couets Loue, onely to gaine a Crowne? But if my Loue proue constant, Ile withstand All his desires with a more powerfull hand. _Exit._ _Enter_ LEONIDA _and_ LORETTA. _Le._ Tell me, _Loretta_, Art thou sure ’twas he? _Lor._ Madame, I liue not else. _Le._ Thou do’st delude My feares with fond impossibilities: Prethee resolue me truly, I do long Most infinitely. _Lor._ Not a syllable more now, And ’twould saue your life: not be-beleeu’d? _Le._ Nay, sweet _Loretta_. Troth, I doe beleeue thee. _Lor._ Discredited? I could fight with any liuing creature In this quarrell ’tis so iust. _Le._ Haue I deseru’d No more respect, then to be trifled thus? Come, prethee tell me. _Lor._ Yes? to delude Your feares with fond impossibilities? _Le._ Nay, now thou tortur’st me. _Lor._ Well, I haue done. But leaue your sighes, your heigh-ho’s, and ay-me’s: For I haue newes will warme you like the Sunne, And make you open like the Marigold. _Le._ Why, now thou rauish’st me. _Lor._ I heard you not cry out yet. _Le._ Thou takest such a delight in crossing me. _Lor._ 'Faith, now you talke of Crosses, Ile tell you, You haue chosen a Husband, so handsome, so complete, As if he had beene pickt Out of the Christ-Crosse row. _Le._ As how, I prethee? _Lor._ Why, Madame, thus: