_Lor._ Be wise, and reward my caution, with Timely care of your selfe, so I shall not repent To be knowne your lovings kinsman and servant. Gentlemen, the Lady _Celestina_. Is she so rare a thing? _Alex._ If you'le have my Opinion my Lord, I never saw So sweete, so faire, so rich a peece of nature. _Lor._ Ile shew thee a fairer presently, to shame Thy eyes and judgement, looke o'that.----So Ile subscribe Seale it, ile excuse your pen for the direction. _Al._ _Bella Marias_ picture; she was hansome. _Sent._ But not to be compar'd. _Lor._ Your patience gentlemen ile returne instantly. _Exit._ _Al._ Whither is my Lord gone? _Sec._ To a Lady i'th next Chamber. _Sen._ What is she? _Sec._ You shall pardon me, I am his Secretary. _Sen._ I was wont to be of his counsell, a new officer And I not know't? I am resolvd to batter All other with the praise of _Celestina_ I must retaine him. _Enter Lord._ _Lor._ Has not that object Convinc't your erring judgements. _Al._ What this picture? _Lor._ Were but your thoughts as capable as mine Of her Idea, you would with no thought That were not active in her praise above All worth and memory of her sexe. _Sent._ She was faire I must confess, but had your Lordship look'd With eyes more narrow and some lesse affection Vpon her face. _Alex._ I doe not love the copies Of any dead, they make me dreame of goblins, Give me a living mistresse, with but halfe The beauty of _Celestina_, come my Lord, Tis pitty that a Lord of so much flesh Should waste upon a ghost, when they are living Can give you a more honourable consumption. _Sen._ Why doe you meane my Lord to live an Infidell? Doe, and see what will come ont, observe still And dote upon your vigills, build a chamber Within a rocke, a tombe, among the wormes, Not farre off, where you may in proofe apocryphall Court em not devoure the pretty pile. Of flesh your mistresse carried to the grave, There are no women in the world, all eyes And tongue and lippes are buried in her coffin. _Lor._ Why doe you thinke your selves competent Judges, Of beauty gentlemen? _Both._ What should hinder us? _Al._ I have seene and tried as many as another With a mortall backe. _Lord._ Your eyes are bribd, And your hearts chain'd to some desires, you cannot Enjoy the freedome of a sence. _Alex._ Your Lordship Has a cleare eyesight, and can judge and penetrate. _Lor._ I can, and give a perfect censure of Each line and point, distinguish beautie from A thousand formes, which your corrupted optiks Would passe for naturall. _Sent._ I desire no other Judge should determine us, and if your Lordship Dare venture but your eyes upon this Lady, Ile stand their justice, and be confident You shall give _Celestine_ victorie, And triumph ors all beauties past and living. _Al._ I dare my Lord venture a sute of clothes, You will be orecome. _Lor._ You doe not know my fortitude. _Sent._ Nor frailtie, you dare not trust you selfe to see he.