_Bor._ Why, how now _Aretina_? What alone? The mystery of this solitude? my house Turne desart o'the sudaine, all the gamsters Blowne up? Why is the musicke put to silence? Or ha their instruments caught a cold, since we Gave e'm the last heate? I must know thy ground Of Melancholy. _Are._ You are merry, as You came from kissing _Celestina_. _Bor._ I Feele her yet warme upon my lip, she is Most excellent company, I did not thinke There was that sweetnesse in her sexe, I must Acknowledge twas thy cure to disinchant me From a dull husband to an active lover, With such a Lady, I could spend more yeeres, Than since my birth my glasse hath run soft minutes, And yet be young, her presence has a spell To keepe off age, she has an eye would strike Fire through an adamant. _Are._ I have heard as much Bestow'd upon a dull fac'd chambermaid Whom love and wit would thus commend, true beauty Is mock'd when we compare thus, it selfe being Above what can be fetch'd to make it lovely, Or could our thoughts reach some thing to declare The glories of a face, or bodies elegance, That touches but our sense, when beauty spreads Over the soule, and calls up understanding To looke when thence is offer'd, and admire, In both I must acknowledge _Celestina_ Most excellently faire, faire above all The beauties I ha seene, and one most worthy Mans love and wonder. _Bor._ Doe you speake _Aretina_, This with a pure sence to commend, or ist The mockery of my praise. _Aret._ Although it shame My selfe, I must be just, and give her all The excellency of women, and were I A man. _Bo._ What then? _Are._ I know not with what losse, I should attempt her love, she is a peece So angellically moving, I should thinke Frailty excusd to dote upon her forme, And almost vertue to be wicked with her. _Exit._ _Bor._ What should this meane? this is no jealousie, Or she beleeves I counterfeit, I feele Something within me, like a heate, to give Her cause, would _Celestina_ but consent, What a fraile thing is man, it is not worth Our glory to be chaste, while we deny Mirth and converse with women, he is good That dares the tempter, yet corrects his bloud. _Exit._ _Celestina, Mariana, Isabella._ _Cel._ I have told you all my knowledge since he is pleasd To invite himselfe he shall be entertaind, And you shall be my witnesses. _Mar._ Who comes with him? _Cel._ Sir _William Sentlove_, that prepard me for The honourable encounter, I expect His Lordship every minute. _Enter Sentlove._ _Sent._ My Lord is come. _Enter Lord Hairecut._ _Cel._ He has honord me. _Se._ My Lord your periwig is awry? _Lo._ You sir---- _While Hairecut is busie about his haire, Sentlove goes to_ Celestina. _Sent._ You may guesse, at the gentleman thats with him. It is his Barbar, Madam, dee observe And your Ladiship want a shaver. _Hai._ She is here sir, I am betraid _Sentlove_ your plot, I may Have opportunity to be reveng'd. _Exit._