_Roch._ Your friend _Romont_: Would you ought with me? _Rom._ I stand so engag’d To your so many fauours, that I hold it A breach in thankfulnesse, should I not discouer, Though with some imputation to my selfe, 245 All doubts that may concerne you. _Roch._ The performance Will make this protestation worth my thanks. _Rom._ Then with your patience lend me your attention For what I must deliuer, whispered onely You will with too much griefe receiue. _Enter Beaumelle, Bellapert._ _Beau._ See wench! 250 Vpon my life as I forespake, hee’s now Preferring his complaint: but be thou perfect, And we will fit him. _Bell._ Feare not mee, pox on him: A Captaine turne Informer against kissing? Would he were hang’d vp in his rusty Armour: 255 But if our fresh wits cannot turne the plots Of such a mouldy murrion on it selfe; Rich cloathes, choyse faire, and a true friend at a call, With all the pleasures the night yeelds, forsake vs. _Roch._ This in my daughter? doe not wrong her. _Bell._ Now. 260 Begin. The games afoot, and wee in distance. _Beau._ Tis thy fault, foolish girle, pinne on my vaile, I will not weare those iewels. Am I not Already matcht beyond my hopes? yet still You prune and set me forth, as if I were 265 Againe to please a suyter. _Bell._ Tis the course That our great Ladies take. _Rom._ A weake excuse. _Beau._ Those that are better seene, in what concernes A Ladies honour and faire same, condemne it. You waite well, in your absence, my Lords friend 270 The vnderstanding, graue and wise _Romont_. _Rom._ Must I be still her sport? _Beau._ Reproue me for it. And he has traueld to bring home a iudgement Not to be contradicted. You will say My father, that owes more to yeeres then he, 275 Has brought me vp to musique, language, Courtship, And I must vse them. True, but not t’offend, Or render me suspected. _Roch._ Does your fine story Begin from this? _Beau._ I thought a parting kisse From young _Nouall_, would haue displeasd no more 280 Then heretofore it hath done; but I finde I must restrayne such fauours now; looke therefore As you are carefull to continue mine, That I no more be visited. Ile endure The strictest course of life that iealousie 285 Can thinke secure enough, ere my behauiour Shall call my fame in question. _Rom._ Ten dissemblers Are in this subtile deuill. You beleeue this?