_Rom._ So keepe this last article Of your fayth giuen, and stead of threatnings, sir, 195 The seruice of my sword and life is yours: But not a word of it, ’tis Fairies treasure; Which but reueal’d, brings on the blabbers, ruine. Vse your youth better, and this excellent forme Heauen hath bestowed vpon you. So good morrow to your Lordship. 200 _Nou._ Good diuell to your rogueship. No man’s safe: Ile haue a Cannon planted in my chamber, _Exit._ Against such roaring roagues. _Enter Bellapert._ _Bell._ My Lord away The Coach stayes: now haue your wish, and iudge, If I haue been forgetfull. _Nou._ Ha? _Bell._ D’ee stand 205 Humming and hawing now? _Exit._ _Nou._ Sweet wench, I come. Hence feare, I swore, that’s all one, my next oath ’ile keepe That I did meane to breake, and then ’tis quit. No paine is due to louers periury. 210 If loue himselfe laugh at it, so will I. _Exit Nouall._ _Scaena 2._ _Enter Charaloys, Baumont._ [_An outer Room in Aymer’s House_] _Bau._ I grieue for the distaste, though I haue manners, Not to inquire the cause, falne out betweene Your Lordship and _Romont_. _Cha._ I loue a friend, So long as he continues in the bounds Prescrib’d by friendship, but when he vsurpes 5 Too farre on what is proper to my selfe, And puts the habit of a Gouernor on, I must and will preserue my liberty. But speake of something, else this is a theame I take no pleasure in: what’s this _Aymeire_, 10 Whose voyce for Song, and excellent knowledge in The chiefest parts of Musique, you bestow Such prayses on? _Bau._ He is a Gentleman, (For so his quality speakes him) well receiu’d Among our greatest Gallants; but yet holds 15 His maine dependance from the young Lord _Nouall_: Some tricks and crotchets he has in his head, As all Musicians haue, and more of him I dare not author: but when you haue heard him, I may presume, your Lordship so will like him, 20 That you’l hereafter be a friend to Musique. _Cha._ I neuer was an enemy to’t, _Baumont_, Nor yet doe I subscribe to the opinion Of those old Captaines, that thought nothing musicall, But cries of yeelding enemies, neighing of horses, 25 Clashing of armour, lowd shouts, drums, and trumpets: Nor on the other side in fauour of it, Affirme the world was made by musicall discord, Or that the happinesse of our life consists In a well varied note vpon the Lute: 30 I loue it to the worth of it, and no further. But let vs see this wonder. _Bau._ He preuents My calling of him.