_Rom._ But yet bee carefull. Detraction’s a bold monster, and feares not To wound the fame of Princes, if it find But any blemish in their liues to worke on. But Ile bee plainer with you: had the people 155 Bin learnd to speake, but what euen now I saw, Their malice out of that would raise an engine To ouerthrow your honor. In my fight (With yonder pointed foole I frighted from you) You vs’d familiarity beyond 160 A modest entertaynment: you embrac’d him With too much ardor for a stranger, and Met him with kisses neyther chaste nor comely: But learne you to forget him, as I will Your bounties to him, you will find it safer 165 Rather to be vncourtly, then immodest. _Beau._ This prety rag about your necke shews well, And being coorse and little worth, it speakes you, As terrible as thrifty. _Rom._ Madam. _Beau._ Yes. And this strong belt in which you hang your honor 170 Will out-last twenty scarfs. _Rom._ What meane you, Lady? _Beau._ And all else about you Cap a pe So vniforme in spite of handsomnesse, Shews such a bold contempt of comelinesse, That tis not strange your Laundresse in the League, 175 Grew mad with loue of you. _Rom._ Is my free counsayle Answerd with this ridiculous scorne? _Beau._ These obiects Stole very much of my attention from me, Yet something I remember, to speake truth, Deceyued grauely, but to little purpose, 180 That almost would haue made me sweare, some Curate Had stolne into the person of _Romont_, And in the praise of goodwife honesty, Had read an homely. _Rom._ By thy hand. _Beau._ And sword, I will make vp your oath, twill want weight else. 185 You are angry with me, and poore I laugh at it. Do you come from the Campe, which affords onely The conuersation of cast suburbe whores, To set downe to a Lady of my ranke, Lymits of entertainment? 190 _Rom._ Sure a Legion has possest this woman.