_Lor._ I see men would dissect me to a fibre, But doe you beleeve this? _Cel._ It is my wonder! I must confesse a man of nobler earth Then goes to vulgar composition, Borne and bred high, so unconfind, so rich In fortunes, and so read in all that summe Vp humane knowledge, to feed gloriously, And live at court, the onely spheare wherein True beauty moves, natures most wealthy garden, Where every blossome is more worth, than all The _Hesperian_ fruite, by jealous Dragon watch'd Where all delights doe circle appetite, And pleasures multiply by being tasted, Should be so lost with thought of one, turne ashes. There's nothing left my Lord that can excuse you, Vnlesse you pleade, what I am asham'd to prompt Your wisedome too? _Lo._ What that? _Cel._ That you have plaid The Surgeon with your selfe. _Lo._ And am made Eunuch. _Cel._ It were much pitty. _Lo._ Trouble not your selfe, I could convince your feares with demonstration That I am man enough, but knew not where Vntill this meeting beauty dwelt; the court You talk'd of must be where the queene of love is, Which moves but with your person, in your eye Her glory shines, and onely at that flame Her wanton boy doth light his quickning torch. _Cel._ Nay now you complement, I would it did My Lord for your owne sake. _Lor._ You would be kind, And love me then. _Cel._ My Lord I should be loving Where I found worth to invite it, and should cherish A constant man. _Lor._ Then you should me Madam. _Cel._ But is the ice about your heart fallen off, Can you returne to doe what love commands? _Cupid_ thou shalt have instand sacrifice, And I dare be the Priest. _Lor._ Your hand, your lip, Now I am proofe gainst all temptation. _Cel._ Your meaning my good Lord. _Lor._ I that have strength Against thy voyce and beauty, after this May dare the charmes of womankind, thou art _Bella Maria_ unprophaned yet, This Magicke has no power upon my bloud. Farewell Madam, if you durst be the example Of chaste as well as faire, thou wert a brave one. _Cel._ I hope your Lordship meanes not this for earnest, Be pleasd to grace a banquet. _Lo._ Pardon Madam. _Will Sentlove_ follow, I must laugh at you. _Cel._ My Lord I must beseech you stay, for honour For her whose memory you love best. _Lo._ Your pleasure.