_Sent._ I laid a wager my Lord with _Hairecut_, Who thinkes I shall catch cold, that ile stand bare This halfe houre. _Ha._ Pardon my ambition Madam, I told you truth, I am a gentleman, And cannot feare that name is drown'd in my Relation to my Lord. _Cel._ I dare not thinke so. _Ha._ From henceforth call my service duty Madam, That Pigges head that betraid me to your mirth, Is doing penance for't. _Sent._ Why may not I My Lord begin a fashion of no haire. _Cel._ Doe you sweat sir William. _Sent._ Not with store of nightcaps. _Enter Aretina, Bornwell._ _Are._ Heaven has dissolv'd the clouds that hung upon My eyes, and if you can with mercy meet A penitent, I throw my owne will off, And now in all things obey yours, my nephew Send backe agen to'th colledge, and my selfe To what place you'le confine me. _Bor._ Dearer now Than ever to my bosome, thou shalt please Me best to live at thy owne choice, I did But fright thee with a noise of my expences, The summes are safe, and we have wealth enough, If yet we use it nobly? My Lord----Madam, Pray honour to night. _Are._ I begge your presence, And pardon. _Bor._ I know not how my _Aretina_ May be disposd to morrow for the country. _Cel._ You must not goe, before you both have done Me honour to accept an entertainment, Where I have power, on those termes I me your guest. _Bor._ You grace us Madam. _Are._ Already I feele a cure upon my soule, and promise My after life to vertue, pardon heaven, My shame yet hid from the worlds eye. _De._ Sweet Madam. _Enter decoy._ _Ar._ Not for the world be seene here, we are lost, Ile visite you at home; but not to practise What she expects, my counsell may recover her. _Enter Alexander._ _Al._ Wheres Madam? pray lend me a little money, My spirit has deceiv'd me, _Proserpine_ Has broke her word. _Are._ Doe you expect to find The devill true to you. _Al._ Not too loud. _Are._ Ile voyce it Louder, to all the world your horrid sinne, Vnlesse you promise me religiously, To purge your foule bloud by repentance sir. _Al._ Then I'me undone. _Are._ Not while I have power To encourage you to vertue, ile endeavour To find you out some nobler way at Court To thrive in. _Al._ Doo't, and ile forsake the devill, And bring my flesh to obedience; you shall steere me, My Lord--your servant. _Lor._ You are brave agen. _Al._ Madam your pardon. _Bor._ Your offence requires Humility. _Al._ Low as my heart. Sir _Thomas_ Ile sup with you, a part of satisfaction. _Bor._ Our pleasures coole, musicke, and when our Ladies Are tired with active motion, to give Them rest in some new rapture to advance Full mirth, our soules shall leape into a dance. _Exeunt._ _FINIS._ * * * * * * Transcriber's note: "Supernitendent" changed to "Superintendent" (With title of Superintendent Baylie). "Dutchmnas" and "Dutchmans" (Of this Italian Master, and that Dutchmans). "siir" changed to "sir" (Yes sir, and when tis drawne).