At the Palace they arrived in a due houre, finding the three Gentlemen at play, as they left them, to whom Madame _Pampinea_ pleasantly thus spake. Now trust me Gallants, this day wee have very cunningly beguiled you. How now? answered _Dioneus_, begin you first to act, before you speake? Yes truly Sir, replyed Madame _Pampinea_: Relating to him at large, from whence they came, what they had done there, the beautie of the place, and the distance thence. The King (upon hir excellent report) being very desirous to see it; sodainely commaunded Supper to be served in, which was no sooner ended, but they and their three servants (leaving the Ladies) walked on to the _Valley_, which when they had considered, no one of them having ever bin there before; they thought it to be the Paradise of the World. They bathed themselves there likewise, as the Ladies formerlie had done, and being re-vested, returned backe to their Lodgings, because darke night drew on apace: but they found the Ladies dauncing, to a Song which Madame _Fiammetta_ sung. When the dance was ended, they entertained the time with no other discourse, but onely concerning the _Valley of Ladies_, whereof they all spake liberally in commendations. Whereupon, the King called the Master of the Houshold, giving him command, that (on the morrow) dinner should be readie betimes, and bedding to be thence carried, if any desired rest at mid-time of the day. All this being done, variety of pleasing Wines were brought, Banquetting stuffe, and other dainties; after which they fell to Dauncing. And _Pamphilus_, having receyved command, to begin an especial dance, the King turned himselfe unto Madame _Eliza_, speaking thus. Faire Lady, you have done me so much honour this day, as to deliver mee the Crowne: in regard whereof, be you this night the Mistresse of the song: and let it be such as best may please your selfe. Whereunto Madam _Eliza_, with a modest blush arising in her face, replyed; That his will should be fulfilled, and then (with a delicate voyce) she beganne in this manner. _The Song._ The CHORUS sung by all. _Love, if I can scape free from forth thy holde, Beleeve it for a truth, Never more shall thy falshoode me enfolde._ _When I was yong, I entred first thy fights, Supposing there to finde a solemne peace: I threw off all my Armes, and with delights Fed my poore hopes, as still they did encrease. But like a Tyrant, full of rancorous hate Thou tookst advantage: And I sought refuge, but it was too late. Love, if I can scape free, &c._ _But being thus surprized in thy snares, To my misfortune, thou madst me her slave; Was onely borne to feede me with despaires, And keepe me dying in a living grave. For I saw nothing dayly fore mine eyes, But rackes and tortures: From which I could not get in any wise. Love, if I can scape free, &c._