_Are._ What devill? How I tremble. _Ale._ Have a heart, Twas a shee devill too, a most insatiate Abominable devill with a taile Thus long. _Are._ Goodnesse defend me, did you see her? _Al._ No twas i'th darke, but she appeard first to me I'th likenesse of a Bedlam, and was brought I know not how, nor whither, by two Goblins, More hooded than a Hawke. _Are._ But would you venter Vpon a devill? _Al._ I for meanes. _Are._ How blacke An impudence is this? But are you sure It was the devill you enjoy'd. _Al._ Say nothing, I did the best to please her, but as sure As you live, twas a Helcat. _Are._ Dee not quake? _Al._ I found my selfe the very same i'th morning, Where two of her familiars had left me. _Enter Servant._ _Ser._ My Lord is come to visite you. _Al._ No words, As you respect my safety, I ha told tales Out of the devills schoole, if it be knowne I lose a friend, tis now about the time I promis'd her to meete agen, at my Returne Ile tell you wonders, not a word. _Exit._ _Are._ Tis a false glasse, sure I am more deform'd, What have I done, my soule is miserable. _Enter Lord._ _Lor._ I sent you a letter Madam. _Are._ You exprest Your noble care of me my Lord. _Enter Bornwell, Celestina._ _Bor._ Your Lordship Does me an honour. _Lor._ Madam I am glad To see you here, I meant to have kist your hand Ere my returne to Court. _Cel._ Sir _Thomas_ has Prevaild to bring me to his trouble hither. _Lor._ You doe him grace. _Bor._ Why whats the matter Madam? Your eyes are tuning _Lachrimæ_. _Are._ As you Doe hope for heaven withdraw, and give me but The patience of ten minutes. _Born._ Wonderfull! I wonot heare you above that proportion, Shee talkes of heaven, come, where must we to counsell? _Ar._ You shall conclude me when you please. _Bo._ I follow. _Lor._ What alteration is this? I that so late Stood the temptation of her eye, and voyce, Boasted a heart, 'bove all licentious flame, At second veiw turne renegade, and thinke I was too superstitious, and full Of phlegme not to reward her amorous Courtship With manly freedome. _Cel._ I obey you sir. _Bor._ Ile waite upon your Lordship presently. _Lor._ She could not want a cunning to seeme honest When I neglected her, I am resolv'd, You still looke pleasant Madam. _Cel._ I have cause My Lord, the rather for your presence, which Hath power to charme all trouble in my thoughts. _Lor._ I must translate that complement and owe All that is cheerefull in my selfe to these All quickning smiles, and rather than such bright Eyes should repent their influence upon me, I would release the aspects, and quit the bountie Of all the other starres; Did you not thinke me A strange and melancholy gentleman To use you so unkindly. _Cel._ Me my Lord? _Lor._ I hope you made no loude complaint, I wod not Be tride by a Jury of Ladies. _Cel._ For what my Lord?